by Helen Ivory | Sep 12, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Blush I love everybody but most of all it’s Miss Hooker, my Sunday School teacher, we’re going to get married one day, don’t ask me how I know, I guess God told me somehow, whispered in my ear when I was asleep, which was good of...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 11, 2014 | Haibun, Tanka, Haiku & Haiga
Haiku gravel in my knees from the pilgrimage to you your gentle tweezers * gradual rain pattering the willow leaves her hand slips from mine * purple night clouds buffeting under moonlight her lingering scent * under winter clouds the old rook...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 10, 2014 | Reviews
This is a book someone could turn into a Hollywood movie. Written in a genuinely 60s poetry style, with blocks of indented prosaic lines broken at unusual places...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 9, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Derek reads the Daily Mail Derek woke, as he did every day, in an inexpensive guesthouse and to the promise of a long drive. Today – if there were no developments before he left – he was travelling from Morpeth to Plymouth Hoe, a journey of some 400 miles. In...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 8, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
The Stars Shone Just for Me Last night I saw a fox and an owl meet by the plum tree stump at the bottom of the garden. One above, and one below, they sat and looked, each at the other. The moon was almost full, the stars were more than merely...
