by Helen Ivory | Aug 23, 2014 | Haibun, Tanka, Haiku & Haiga
Three Haiku under pond ice colored maple leaves- candy brittle * dawn song- the Alsation catches a red ball in mid air * sunset- my long shadow lost within the trees Angelee Deodhar is an eye surgeon by profession, and a haiku poet and...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 22, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
What’s the Time, Mister Wolf? a short fairy tale one night, at the Lime Tree Palace, foul rascals stormed the Mandarin Gates guarded by the Pith soldiers who were wet with chews, twirling batons. The court deftly tightroped over the Royal...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 21, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Howler Monkey The other two were cracked, Their braincase burst by slips of steel, So those I didn’t buy. But you, your skull Is still intact, A smooth confection, done In by a dart to your lax breast. You know, you sometimes howl, hurl...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 20, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
St Theresa at American Malls or Angels and Popsicles It’s a crescent moon there, but only for quick seconds. It gets drunk up like a quick libation by the storm clouds. See, the afternoon was overcast and now the night joins in on the trouble. It...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 19, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Norfolk Sands The sea is drawn back like a blind from a window. The sands near Wells are amber and open – half a mile or more to the water’s edge. We walk away from ourselves over sand that feels like new snow, or corrugated iron, over brittle...
