by Helen Ivory | Sep 7, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
Six Balloons They came from the east. Flattened rounds, tambourines, but pawn black, silver streamers trailing from their valves, lollipops, against cloud sheen, six came like fighters, were five, climbed, formed a V, a Libra, W, Cassiopeia,...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 6, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
Neil at The Christening With no living parents, reunions with Neil’s two divorced siblings, Bev and John, were becoming rare. On one of the more unexpected occasions, he arrived at Weymouth Station from London. Bev’s daughter, Becky, wanted to be...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 5, 2018 | Haibun, Tanka, Haiku & Haiga
Innuendo steaming beef— hidden in a country song lady’s patootie The songwriter didn’t know how best to juxtapose the image and so chose innuendo, stars and asterisks, patootie metaphors, shimmering beneath the disco ball. The singer...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 4, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
Geneva Tantrum at the hypermarche checkout a mother rigid with shame wishes the plastic floor would swallow them both, and maybe it will deposit them down there. Under their feet indifferent to boundaries a twenty mile wide ring collides protons like...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 3, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
Stratus The clouds were not just low, they drifted, playing not only hide and seek with planes, they softened everything. Stole the feathers from the blackbirds; their songs too. You will never see such weather again. Perhaps last week you strode...
