by Helen Ivory | Mar 5, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
Coming Home Bridal ghosts of cherry trees welcome me home: still, mute, white omens in thick night, their laced branches held out like an offering – a glimmer of serenity, a brittle bridge leading me back into a tunnel of...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 4, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
Sectioned The light chatters to itself It’s never known darkness Each hour we are cut from sleep To check we are still breathing The door to sleep must be left open Neil Richards has been writing poetry regularly...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 3, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
Listening to the Cock* I lived and worked in America. As the years passed by, I did not grow any younger. Marc Chagall. New York! New York! O my America! my new-found land of skyscrapers and hope as the millions walk their walk to death. ...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 2, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
New Beginnings We watched a man chase rainbows off the estate a starched pattern circled his greased back hair sipping a boiler maker with a brandy chaser, a glass of Cherry B for the wife. We were immortals in the garden of cement packed...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 1, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
Nude in flux Bold typed I filled the silver page set in alchemical frame of wardrobe doors post-shower and pre-afternoon. Toady contours and pregnant boy jabs howl to the grey window and rest like something awful walking through a house you...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 28, 2018 | 2018 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Milk and Honey It’s 22:37 and I look down and see you. You’ve had another hard day; I’m not surprised you look so sad. I’m sure you are thinking of the good old days; those days when you were idle; those days when you were framed in soft...
