by Helen Ivory | Apr 16, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Kaleidoscope Picture yourself on a boat on a river With tangerine trees and marmalade skies Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly, A girl with kaleidoscope eyes –John Lennon For years, now I have been preparing for the...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 15, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Long shadows Who would have thought my life would be like this at eight o’clock, on a Friday, mid July. Supper for one: two poached eggs, a grilled tomato, leftover fruit salad, ditto white wine, dog-sitting for our son et belle-fille,...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 14, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Correspondence A friend, depressed. We argue over the term. He says he’s functioning; I say one can function, depressed. Probably what counts is that he’s arguing. And another, a new friend or contact, a poet to whom I attack the “autobiographical-elegiac”...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 13, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Two Heads On the bus, their backs to me, two women, in conversation. One wears a pink head-cloth of glazed cotton, sculpted into stiff satiny petals. A protea, a sunflower, a cousin to dahlias and chrysanthemums. Her friend wears her hair in a...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 12, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Patterns of Growth: Patterns of Decay Beneath the weight of stolen love the main branch splinters, & the stranger takes fruit newly in reach. The bough holds tight. He pulls it free without regard or care for any pain. The tree will not...
