by Helen Ivory | Nov 10, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
Danesbury Neurological Centre On a green hillside we found your clinic, wrote down our names at the day-bright reception, took the lift down to floor minus 1 – in a shared room you sat in a wheelchair, waved and nodded – and an old man in a chair...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 9, 2018 | 2018 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Home Truths Here are the woods, managed by a skilled crew, and one good straight birch picked out with a red stripe — is it condemned or chosen? Here are the characters: the magpies check out glitter for the nest, the crows fidget in the wind,...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 8, 2018 | Haibun, Tanka, Haiku & Haiga
pollen count high – bee on a cherry coke splutters its wings * burr of phones – the soft hooves of the Glasgow train * slicing cellophane – three a.m cab hushes the snow * summer fall – ripe blackberries juice underfoot * pink frosting – slavered...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 7, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
A Garden There was something I wanted to say, now, I can’t remember. Something about a garden and a young man’s terrible illness. Yes, a garden… Richard’s garden. Nights of planning, pages of notes, seedlings with difficult names, a pergola leading in....
by Helen Ivory | Nov 6, 2018 | Haibun, Tanka, Haiku & Haiga
* the “bookettes” meet to discuss the latest gin * my students strive to earn an A– lockdown drill * no more navy blue boy blazers wildflowers * freshly cut chrysanthemums another memorial along the highway * sticky willow another message to delete...
