by Helen Ivory | Feb 14, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Sun Room The builders dug the foundations, flooded them with concrete. I watched it set under a red sky. They brought in glass, stacked it high, a lofty frame to catch the sun and moon. It was when I was growing you, drinking water all day to stop...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 13, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
17 years Our mouths are no longer in love they forget their place what they used to be. After rising I pair lonely hellos spend the day elsewhere although you left some time before this. And still we return to goodnights like moths that martyr the window...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 12, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Colporteur He abandons his car where it exhausts all its motion. First of his disciple, a goat, takes a mouthful of handbills. Hours later he can hear all the literature rumbling. He converts a fence into a blur. A cloud into a roof ornament. Balls some...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 11, 2015 | Haibun, Tanka, Haiku & Haiga
Still Life I can see them, tweeting furiously as the slogans rise and fall, in ghazal-like cadences. It’s chaotic, the only discipline being the hashtag. The police are far better organised of course — in rows behind their bamboo shields, their...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 10, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
The Milky way’s Horoscope A milky way, curious of her day’s horoscope, Reads astrology headlines. Puzzled, she lights a sacred camphor lamp Reads again. Still unsatisfied, she sprinkles some leafs and flowers along the silvery river And returns to the news...
