by Helen Ivory | Jun 18, 2016 | Haibun, Tanka, Haiku & Haiga
No substitute for this Late monsoon. The tea bushes in the lowland plantation form a verdant edge to Bagdogra airport on the Indo-Bhutan border. I am on a flight to New Delhi. A young man, his hair gelled and spiked, sits next to me. He asks to...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 2, 2016 | Haibun, Tanka, Haiku & Haiga
* Departure Bay: cumulo nimbi won’t take a hint (Nanaimo, BC) * Departure Bay – the rooster tail trail of a small speed boat * Emily Carr House – even the bees wipe their feet at each blossom porch * horse and buggy tour – a satellite dish aimed...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 26, 2016 | Haibun, Tanka, Haiku & Haiga
Segue Our fast train stops just outside the station. On the abandoned weed littered railway track, smoke strands from a sadhu’s chulha drift past a sinking sun. A chorus of mynahs joins the cacophony of crows. The cantonment junction where my dad, a doctor in...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 27, 2015 | 2015 poetry picks, Haibun, Tanka, Haiku & Haiga
* spasmodic second hand of the clock on the wall of the doctor’s waiting room * walking along the beach my sore feet– the moon wrapped in gauze * another email from Olive Garden– what does she want now?...
by Helen Ivory | May 22, 2015 | Haibun, Tanka, Haiku & Haiga
* in Candyland where everything’s candy the winners get vegetables * at the politician’s funeral you had to push your way in * your delicious perfume gave me a migraine that never ended * all my adult life I have waited for the word: malignant *...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 16, 2015 | Haibun, Tanka, Haiku & Haiga
The Meeting A gaunt figure, head bent, face obscured, walks through the withered grass at the edge of the field. I don’t know why I think it’s a he. The measured stride seems to suggest a certain sense of purpose. Where is he bound for, through our overgrown land? And...
