by Helen Ivory | Jul 8, 2016 | 2016 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
The Stars are Watching I can feel the blind eyes of night burning this bed. They believe I am as empty as the sheets that cover me. Wrinkled and unmade, our communal flaws are amplified under night’s harsh light. I glare back, spit my wishes in spite....
by Helen Ivory | Jul 7, 2016 | 2016 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
This Too Is Prayer No, not some lover’s glance, a newborn’s grin, sunset, autumn leaves – but this: green fluorescent protein, a molecule borrowed from the jellyfish to turn our cells to glowing dancing labourers we applaud as they go...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 5, 2016 | 2016 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Psalm 19 To the Fathers at the Paris Seminary Jean-Marie Beurel, Priest, Church of the Good Shepherd, Singapore On still days, when this meridian city becomes an image of itself – masts hung with cloud on the water, sky turned to stone above white...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 29, 2016 | 2016 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
New Perch We balance on the balcony like two Japanese cups on a high shelf – together – rim to rim perfect and fragile in equal measure. A shingle of stars lies scattered across the sky; it takes a long time for their light to reach...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 25, 2016 | 2016 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Manners Gladys Walker ascended to heaven in her eight-first year to find the place not at all to her satisfaction. Glancing critically over the field of serrated clouds upon which a manna market had been erected, she collared the next person who jostled...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 24, 2016 | 2016 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Cherry Blossoms Today dark blue is my facial colour. So can you see ashy-indigo confetti? A cherry addict admires pale pink fluttering down in lambent sunlight. But through the flyaway organza of misty breath, my skin hides another complexion that...
