by Helen Ivory | Sep 6, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
The Icknield Way reaches the coast The line endures, resistant, as an unworked seam of flint following the chalk. Iron salted, sprung from sea wash, braided ghost road, liminal, a trackway from a distal point in time. Ancient industries, knife blade and axe and...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 5, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Eight Days in March 3-7 An oxidized tin roof slants across the lean-to picking up a matte glimmer of daylight. Shafts of sun begin to arrow through the gaps in winter’s last tier of firewood. 3-8 Thin patches of spring snow cling like...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 4, 2012 | Reviews
This poet’s first collection appeared from Norton in 2008 when he turned 40. It’s titled Yellowrocket, after the plant – some call it a weed – that appears on the upper plains of the American Middle West. In this case, it’s in central Wisconsin, from the dark soil...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 3, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Fianna (Fiona Russell Dodwell) attempts to write from the...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 2, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
The New World An old man’s toothless smile as his street organ plays a wild-xylophone lament. The daily grind with only a monkey to keep the company, while he tips his hat – hoping others will too. As the century turns on there is a Fortune to be made....
