by Helen Ivory | Sep 2, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
My Request for a Kiss After Dark Yields No Affair so I Leave a Parting Gift in Heavy Rain Standing in front of your door, its weight so blatant, its iron knocker a dare, I purse my lips, sobering up. It’s late and it’s wet; the sleepless...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 1, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Raking, in a Pyrenean Garden There is a quiet gap in the constant sheets of rain. Let’s go out, first you, then I, into the small, soaking green and brown back— the rising smell of roast meat and wood smoke hypnotises our limbs, siskins...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 31, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Train You’d have thought that my journeying from Telford to London would be enough time to read these poems to darn a jumper to stare out the window; but between the announcements the ticket inspection the...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 30, 2014 | Haibun, Tanka, Haiku & Haiga
Three Haiku Diplomats can have a mango or a sorrel never a jack-fruit. * A flower gets its beauty and fragrance from a blissful heart. * Two pockets transact hidden export and import under a table. Pijush Kanti Deb is an Associate...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 29, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
My Cat is Sad because the late September sun she tracks across the duvet’s hollow fibre tundra marks a downturn into winter weight. because the moon lies drowning in her water bowl; stars she can’t unpin refuse to sparkle on her bigger coat....
