by Helen Ivory | Nov 8, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Northern Line On the platform, a waiting hum. Patience of night. A few faces scan and watch, scan and watch. This is an invisible rainforest. A girl like a statue in a long black dress has one hand uplifted – royal, graceful. The unseen rain falls about...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 7, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
I was a tree in ’83 something about mid-Westchester aspirations that led me to believe sub-consciously that things WERE slower out in the country and that I needed slower in a lot of ways then … I came to believe that nothing was slower that...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 6, 2012 | Poetry as a Lifeline, Word & Image
Goddess Topia, first of all round trees, was beloved farther than time flung seeds. Atop ladders, the master gardeners hand-snipped and shaped leaves and twigs, while chit-chatting about a recipe to make rose petal beads that won’t turn black, how...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 5, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Samhain Fire These words are ash, and don’t you forget it. You, whose face could churn butter; whose gurning mouth would melt it; and whose voice could stick it to the pan. You, who would salvage the un-burnt via scraping; spread it upon toasted...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 4, 2012 | Poetry as a Lifeline, Prose & Poetry
The 2012 Aldeburgh Poetry Festival runs for the 2nd-4th November, and this week, Ink Sweat & Tears is featuring poems on the theme ‘Poetry as a Lifeline’ which is the subject of the IS&T-supported Discussions and Short Takes this year. ...
