by Helen Ivory | Jul 20, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
The Scholar’s Fatigue We dine in a swamp of papery ideas, cornered opinions; a spiny call for digestion. When did I first reserve a table for two? Bold and proud you stack up every day ready to chew. In bed you block the covers where another...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 16, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
Archaeology When we light the fire under you, consider this; that a glowing coal, embering away, was once a tall tree, a fern, or a reed, maybe? It lived, once, a hundred million years ago, can you imagine that? Every summer, for its whole life,...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 15, 2017 | 2017 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Lotus Garden In a shifting drift of regulars and strangers, in a passing place of daily alchemy, a cook is orchestrating a fivefold composition: a stirring of the tastebuds, a flavour carousel, a virtuoso matching of salt and sour-sweet, piquant in the top...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 14, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
Beverly Thompson Beverly Thompson (False name, of course) Sat in a coffin thinking it a house G David Schwarz is the former President of “Seed House”, an on-line, interfaith community forum. He has also published three books – A Jewish...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 13, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
Grief A blue evening in a blue room once in a blue moon. Wolves, on an outcrop and the sun beats down and the grass grows high and all the dead people milling about in the sky. All it takes is for one of them to reach down a hand and help the boy out of the...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 12, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
” The gruel they gave you was a poisoned mash” “The gruel they gave you was a poisoned mash. You sleep until the dreams give way to cramps. They bind your hands, and clean your mouth with ash. There’s a grim curve to all those bowls of lamps,...
