by Helen Ivory | Nov 2, 2017 | 2017 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry, Word & Image
Reconnaître I want to remember the way back. It seems Orion has the compass’ foot, Swinging his other leg out into the dark With the confidence of a man who walks on stars. I use the skills of the corncrake tonight. I need to remember in the...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 1, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
Dripping In The Snow Rolling down the hill The only way to go And I pelt out this song. Oh no, no no, no G David Schwartz is the former President of Seed House, an on-line, interfaith community forum. He has published three...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 31, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
The Apocalypse Wasn’t How I’d Imagined Or at all like in the movies I’d seen. Shopping malls weren’t swarmed by hordes. Cities didn’t burn down on the horizon. Only a few shots were ever fired. The dead rose like loaves of bread. Although...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 30, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
Helen Ivory has an Epiphany at Breakfast Spoon in hand — she stops mid-sit. That’s it, she thinks. That’s it! She chuckles to herself, then sits down, and smiles into her Coco Pops as the milk goes brown. Tom Wiggins is a 30 year-old...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 29, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
Visit to the Doctors on 24th April 2015 How do you feel? (Sic) I feel like when the sea’s peeled back And the silver sands flayed By the all day all night wind Whipping off the Weddell Sea I feel lost, scrambling on sharp limpets, Slates, razors...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 28, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
All Day Long The wheels on the bus achieve their forward motion via the interplay of axles, driveshaft and internal combustion engine. Gear ratios and synchromesh are a bit more complicated so we’ll leave them for now. But yes, as a piece of catchy...
