by Helen Ivory | Aug 5, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Late Birth Two thousand years’ wait in the cold soil, stones and worms my friends. Some kind of tremor hurts me into movement – I fight the heavy clay. One hand grasps fibres, roots of grass, dead leaves, as I pull my body up into staring light...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 4, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Stars and Flags ‘It’s old light, and there’s not much of it. But it’s enough to see by’ Margaret Atwood, Cat’s Eye Sandstone walls erected in water borders at night flags flapping above squares, stripes and triangles in bright colours combined to separate, mark...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 3, 2019 | 2019 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
When to stop eating chalk I am watching my niece Draw on the back door step With chalk Squiggles Almost shapes Almost something Going forward I will have no advice To give her About all of this About anything really Hopefully she’ll have the...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 2, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
The Last Boat Do you remember when we took that boat sunlight I got there early to wait for you I had on a dress and my shoes embarrassed me they were too loud for the morning Could you feel us standing while we watched the men prepare move in...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 1, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Hot Pot For 李美其 My friend and I selected vegetables, mushrooms, meat, and long strands of sliced seaweed. I am illiterate, in China, so she read out loud and checked all the right boxes. Our server beamed as I snapped pictures of her soft...
