by Helen Ivory | Oct 2, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Remembering the Trees Kauri Forest, New Zealand, 2013 It takes time to grow a continent of rock, rooted in ocean. Time to grind and sift a handful of soil for a seed and two thousand rings of dense grain packed into furniture, floor boards a Whare, a...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 1, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Break Time Remember the lumber of the teacher’s words buckling under the bell’s smash. Remember us kids blocking at the door to get out a bundle of smells: the nose fuss of jumper wool, spicy graphite on pencil stained fingers, our little mouths...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 30, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Dying at Midnight Two big attendants in white coats are here to remove my remains. My son called the mortuary after Murphy said I was gone. The doctor, a good neighbor, came over at midnight, found no pulse and made it official. I could have saved him...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 29, 2014 | Reviews
The Crumb Road is a debut collection from Maitreyabandhu, a Buddhist priest who was born Ian Johnson in 1961. The contemplative tone of his prefatory lyric, ‘This’, hints at the journey he has made: There’s no law against my listening to this thrush behind the barn,...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 28, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
On Sickness Well what can I say; what can I say? I’ve been in the hotpot little under a month, nay; barely three weeks and a day; first crowded in excess; now shunted, wild worn-out and alone. In the grasp of a nearby concrete maze there echoes...
