by Helen Ivory | Apr 16, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Elmira Sweetheart — On my slow morning walks I gather up twigs, the deadwood from hedges and sheets of dry bark from rotted trees; they look like torn pages from books; I snap fallen branches in half, to make excellent kindling to start raging fires,...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 15, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Turtle Into the green lagoon I dive deeper until The sandy bed is seen And the green weeds tickle The base of my shell and My clawed, paddle feet Paddle against the low waters of the waters. I am a passenger in this body, Within this shell, Slipping up...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 14, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Newton’s Third Law of Motion For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. It was quarter to five by time I got finished at work and about five-ish when I’d got onto my metro home. I knew it was going to take eighteen minutes to travel the...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 13, 2013 | Reviews
This delicately rendered collection has many durable insights conveyed simply, almost epigrammatically. These poems have clarity as well as many saddening, irrefutable truths, a mixture of both prose as poetry and poetry as prose, although the dominant genre is...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 12, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Mute In The Night Most nights I dream of trains. Platforms punctuate journeys with fleeting glances and slow motion moments; some stop – others just slow as they pass. In the waiting room, we bide our time, hoard it up so we’re rich with minutes, seconds...
