by Helen Ivory | Nov 23, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
After The Event The doctor listened sympathetically and told me to maybe take a holiday and to think about my diet and to exercise. She recommended that I take up a hobby. Join a club perhaps. Maybe I could think about yoga or meditation. Above...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 22, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
The Road to Vyborg On the road to Vyborg I try to count the dead on my hands, but run out of fingers. The road is dangerous and this is Russia, you say. Over and over again. You took me, from the smoke to the white castle....
by Helen Ivory | Nov 21, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Breather On the church steps, pink horseshoes hook silver hearts, lift in the wind, petalling grass and graves. In suits and awkward hats, round the lich-gate strangers whisper. I’ll rest on this uncertain wall, wait for the chain of black cars....
by Helen Ivory | Nov 20, 2013 | Haibun, Tanka, Haiku & Haiga
A Photo from the Fifties snow globe shaking up a new maelstrom watching it settle Overnight, a snowstorm has claimed our town. The neighbor’s houses and yards are coated. Snow swallows the old DeSoto. No one’s outside except my father, sister, and two...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 19, 2013 | Prose & Poetry, Word & Image
Chris Guidon is a confessional artist and poet from Kidderminster. Like a snake he needs sunshine to live.
