by Helen Ivory | Dec 16, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
Sunday I. In shade is cold. I face the railway bank. Each fresh wet blade of lawn is trimmed. Birdsong, a distant plane and muffled train Augment the silence. Topmost limbs Of the tallest oaks and sycamores are lit. Coffee drifts from the...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 15, 2018 | 2018 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Divorce for Dummies Our divorce was a collection of digestive biscuit meetings, the formalities of splitting our elaborate throw cushion collection, who would have the kids – a pair of ugly goat mugs neither of us wanted but neither of us would...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 14, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
Midnight at the Optician’s After hours, in the dark, the shop watches itself. Frames on racks ranged in rows — plastic, titanium, rimless — try to outstare each other. The couple in the poster by the door gaze dreamily through spectacles far out...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 13, 2018 | Haibun, Tanka, Haiku & Haiga
* pressed in my diary the guava blossom you picked has lost its fragrance * rain-soaked scent of pine duff I still walk our favourite slope to watch paddy ripening in the fields * heads thrown back a pair of black-necked cranes fling their call to the...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 12, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
Last Taboo The one certainty in life. One word we dread to mention. Instead, he made frog noises caroled with the cygnus kicked off his wooden working shoes applied his foot to the pail, hard toppled off the budgie support removed the taught spring of...
