by Helen Ivory | Jul 4, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
69th Birthday Transmission “The question is not what you look at, but what you see.” — Thoreau Day two, early early morning group sit, zendo floor tripodding with potential great orthopedic cost, I can’t turn off itches or chatter. Day...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 3, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
fragment winter is dead clouds break and a sliver of sun from a chink in the brittle sky falls on a tellin cracked eggshell white and a tiny star of chionodoxa blue as the blue on a chinese teacup heralding Spring the ladies chat over a cup of tea...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 2, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Snow Train As the snow is tidal in the trees, consider the tracks and the dark tons asthmatic with steam, cold as the moon`s slight, black as the star`s hide, perfect as a pulse of wheel; dead crate of steel that rests and waits, then moves by...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 1, 2015 | Reviews
Writers of reviews often know more about an author than can be adduced directly from the book. This is often due to the author’s known oevre and career, or to previous discussions that have...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 30, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Speak after Faiz Speak, because your lips are free Speak, because you have a tongue Because your golden body belongs only to you Because you are still alive See how in the blacksmith’s shop The flame burns wild, the iron glows red; The locks...
