by Helen Ivory | Oct 1, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
I’d Never Seen Her Like That Before The building was a place of shuffling: slippers, cards, and mortal coils. It was stiflingly hot in the day room, and the sun through the large glass roof did little to help this. Trays of...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 30, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
Mauvaise Foi They instruct me to walk from the skyline to the centre of the city, just as I did years ago. The film they made of me then has faded to the point where it can no longer be restored. The challenge with this new film, they say,...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 29, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
In walks Randle He tells me his name is R P McMurphy. He has a pleasing air of dissidence but bears no resemblance to Jack Nicholson and Hollywood stars don’t have Leeds accents. It didn’t take him long to settle in: he pulled a pack of cards out...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 28, 2018 | Reviews
Ghosting for Beginners’ amusing title poem plays on the idea of social-media “ghosting,” the act of going absent online after the end of a relationship, but there are many ghosts and hauntings in Anna Saunders’ fifth collection. The poet’s delicate...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 27, 2018 | Haibun, Tanka, Haiku & Haiga
TAHOMA AND NIKKI FADE IN: MONTAGE OF SHOTS 1) Bright sun overhead in a cloudless sky. 2) Dying flowers in a dry garden bed. 3) Shimmering mirages on a desolate highway. 4) The Navajo-Nation Bank digital thermometer reads “108°F COYOTE a little...
