by Helen Ivory | Dec 23, 2019 | 12 days 2019
Christmas Cards I posted them. Piles of envelopes into a letter box alive with curls, mouth wide. I pushed them in, then skipped a beat, startled by the thud, that ricochet of drum and heart, before they settled, each envelope in wait, their flaps...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 22, 2019 | 12 days 2019
Walking to the Solstice I raise you a bunch of haws’ tight fists, darkly reluctant to quit thorns. I compliment you in frosted drips, mash, sticky from orange-bright hips. I give you hard burgundy brambles never destined to grow soft or more...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 21, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
moonrise new chevrons chalking the wind – two terns re- turned north re- vise the estuary’s silvers rollers far out lumpen with seals the links hump with bronze hordes of whin the copters’ relay belfries the cloud peels & slices...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 20, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Rain Dog Afterwards, the pool table (cue ball chalk, two stripes) posed for Paul Cezanne. The drinkers who were plunged in conversation seemed suddenly and simultaneously to lose their train of thought. I fixed my eyes on the wall above the bar where they were...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 19, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Lake Swim Though I don’t like to put my head under, I want to follow the thin nylon line that tethers the marker in place; finger-tap the concrete block anchoring the buoy to the lake bed. I would continue into the soft-plock mud, stir depths of silt to cloud about us...
