by Helen Ivory | Jul 8, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Liturgy If insects ruled the World would that be so bad? They have been persecuted enough. And now it is Judgement Day. In such a vision insects are adorned with human faces. My own reticulated image in the dung beetle. Insects & spiders &...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 7, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Spirits Spirits like stomachs need to be filled stuffed with a god’s breath a divine double cheeseburger of servitude and salvation, Or a thick crusted pizza fancy toppings of political ideology, fulsome causes, And, yes, don’t forget desert, dense,...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 6, 2014 | Haibun, Tanka, Haiku & Haiga
20 Haiku and Senryu The candles glimmer, The tables are paved with wax: We’ll be buried soon Where is the wildlife? Oh I forgot – it’s London. We are the wildlife A stuffed fox for lunch? But it’s just a cabinet In a...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 5, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Lancashire Tripe My God! What on earth was I thinking of? Y’know, for a career woman, I can be so bloody stupid sometimes. It isn’t even as if we hadn’t had a dress rehearsal. When we lived in Sussex he came to stay for a week, and I spent the next...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 4, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Roman à Clef for Sylvia Sometimes in the bath, you come to mind. Feet, framing the drain, painful symmetry. I think of books and ovens and things, but more than you, I think of your mold. That girl, more an idea. I remember how sweet it was, to...
