by Helen Ivory | Jul 6, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
The Concise British Flora in Colour The Reverend W Keble Martin, 1965 Netting the soul of meadow, woodland, towan, with one thousand, four hundred and eighty-six portraits, you travelled the veins of these islands; gathered the common, rare,...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 5, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Coast Redwood When we come across her in the bluebells, stretched out flat, she says Sequoia Sempervirens is the tallest living species of tree on Earth, altogether more ancient and venerable than, say, the Douglas Fir or the Small-leaved Lime. In...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 3, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Havana Sorrow crumbles down everywhere. Gaping holes on Malecon filled with stones. Yes, Hemingway drank his mojitos and daiquiris here. Yes, you can drink there too. Just watch out for rake-thin, sad dogs. Deserted Plaza de la Revolution still...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 2, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
The Guided Tour They are nothing but casual tourists, ambling, with their ice-creams and stapled pamphlets, happily careless of the wretched history attached to these ancient barracks; charred flesh and fractured bones, the lingering stink of...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 1, 2019 | 2019 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Blood Days Break all our delicate cups, my love Shatter their bleeding flowers like you shattered us. I don’t mind; because I was that bad kid, the best student at the back of the class sleeplessly studying stoplessly for all the exams, writing...
