by Helen Ivory | Dec 18, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Beauty and Despair on the Rail Replacement Bus The journey is a mural etched in hazy relief on the outside of the windows, viscous and not at all malleable. It reflects your fatigue in a pinched face set as a stubborn witness to insular interests. Snow, painted with a...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 17, 2019 | Haibun, Tanka, Haiku & Haiga
* dry gully not the friend I thought you were * the boss says it’s optional yellow-bellied blacksnake * crumpled sleeping bag the rippled reflection of a freeway pylon * Lovers’ Bay a single set of seagull prints * trampled daffodil the long...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 16, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
xyla take some from her i drop the sunlight down her the rum is bright red her marbles roll out my eyes i’ve painted my fingernails xyla yellow through who soft wind soars until impact Charlie Baylis is from...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 15, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
She has had a glimpse of heaven and will not be denied they try to feed her and she can feel it slipping her rage is righteous it is perfect she does not want to be good when perfection is possible they tell her she is beautiful but she knows they lie they have given...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 14, 2019 | 2019 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Titles of my autobiography I have discarded -Everything I know I learned from my mother -Life changed the second time my sister went into hospital -Shame is a social construct -My first day at nursery, the teacher blushed when I described an aubergine -While my...
