by Helen Ivory | Nov 24, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Up the Block a backhoe has cut the hours in half for three days windows have fallen doors been split by the rumbling thunder from a neighbour’s lot I drive the machine across the computer and renovate my brain Joanna M. Weston has had poetry,...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 23, 2012 | Reviews
Daniel Sluman’s first collection, Absence has a weight of its own, is tautly written and often provocative, a book that demands not to be left too long alone on the shelf....
by Helen Ivory | Nov 22, 2012 | Haibun, Tanka, Haiku & Haiga
Haiku * A frenzy of flies shimmer in the dying sun – odour of apples * First light of spring – he runs to his destiny and slips on melting snow Greg Mackie is a poet, a dreamer, and a self-confessed idiot. He is...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 21, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Incommunicado, Tate Modern I find the tiny steel structure after the third miscarriage. Tucked in the corner. It calls out to me. Heavily lit and engulfed by white space, it lies remote and confused, craves something it doesn’t understand. It’s meant to...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 20, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Keeping Hens She wore yellow Marigold gloves to catch them, needed fleece-lined rubber between their feathers and her fear – the aerated bones hollow as straws, the flapping flightless wings – that carried them no further...
