by Helen Ivory | Jan 5, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Slim a ragged shirt and a chest like a broken toast rack. I am a tall man, well jawed, but skinny, not slim; there’s a difference and I think it’s a lot of in the way you carry yourself. sometimes I can be slim; I walk down Camden St...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 4, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
On yoga and stuff The buff and mindful spend their time hefting dumbbells, honing Downward Dog. It is self-love of course, but also anti-human, a pitiful shot at spurning the lumpy and perverse. Charlie Hill is a critically acclaimed...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 3, 2019 | Reviews
The poetry of Neil Elder has a compelling domestic surface. By surface I don’t mean superficial. By domestic I don’t mean limited. What he makes of family incidents, whether joyfully tender or horribly upsetting is very distinctive. It’s very difficult to write...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 2, 2019 | 12 days 2018
White Blessings The moon looks down from her bed of winding sheets. Her glance is white, both a blessing and a curse. It howls of weddings and funerals, vast icy distances; impersonal, chillingly serene. Great snowfields reach up to...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 1, 2019 | 12 days 2018
Midwinter Wishes I wish you midwinter darkness the better to see the stars. I wish you midwinter silence the better to hear yourself think. I wish you a midwinter forest to lose your way in. I wish you a...
