by Helen Ivory | Jul 8, 2013 | Haibun, Tanka, Haiku & Haiga
The Great Storm So the three of us are sat there like Compo, Foggy and Clegg, on the trunk of a storm-wrenched oak between Gallows Pond and the sugar-maple plantation starting to turn; sharing a joint and genial nonsense. Mike relates what happened when...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 7, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Indian Lemonade It was the coldest place I’d ever been; minus thirty as we slid down Garden Street; the Charles River, frozen marble-grey, so hard it might be safe to skate; all the summer rowing eights, abandoned. In the coffee shop near...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 6, 2013 | Reviews
In this third full-length collection, we are made to feel the elemental forces of weather, the ‘exhalation of tides’, the rhythms of language searching to reach beyond its limits in the need to apprehend “a landscape of shadowed...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 5, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Had my fill And, now, it’s time, he said and left home. Now, it’s time, he said and left his wife. Now, it’s time, he said and found another one. And, now, it’s time, he said and had another child. And, now, it’s time, he said and told his boss to...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 4, 2013 | Prose & Poetry, Word & Image
The Invisible Banquet Sip on the sun, trapped under the bridge poached and runny as an egg. Chew on the beech leaves red, plump and leathery like tomatoes, sun dried and clinging to...
