by Helen Ivory | Oct 12, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Walking As Bashō says, are not the very days, the years themselves wanderers? And all of this life a ramble across a heath, through winter woods to the field where the fallow deer gather at dusk. Mark Rutter’s poems have...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 11, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
The Evidence (Pendle, 1612) written for the exhibition ‘The Tower’ by Jude Cowan Montague and Miyuki Kasahara at St John on Bethnal Green, May 2014. Her eyes are sunk in her head. God preserve all Christian men. Her eyes are flecked with the...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 10, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
family occasion maybe we’ll all come back as gulls another time grey backs against the weather a commotion of heavy white wings around whatever troubles us or feeds us, and an outcry that never stills against outsiders and against our own...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 9, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Cairo My heart fills with echoes, a singing chamber. My head is the sun. You are the island of towers and the living air. There is no break, no edge. I am sky as I breathe, road when I run. Ever ending, ever starting. Stars in the river lost and...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 8, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Jardin des Tuilleries When we parted at the metro, I saw your figure blow out, and me, melting wax in my clothes, saved the last glimpse of you, gripped on it for the last fraction of a second seized on and lingered on and then, time expired with...
