by Helen Ivory | Sep 30, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Sparrow arrives in a blink lands light as a coat of dust bounces on spindle legs sharp glance around dips head neat stab at crumb of moving soil tilts neck bright berry eye lace-strutted shoulders lift wings airborne flurry into hawthorn blends...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 29, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Journey He rides a train through slow flat land: nothing to see but horizon, then wanders clumps of yellowed grass and sand, and sets a wounded beetle on a stone. With awkward clattering a lone jackdaw alights and takes its unexpected prey....
by Helen Ivory | Sep 28, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
A Torteval greenhouse You’d hardly think this structure could stay up. A rabbit darts from bramble cover. There should be first buds now, sun catching hairs on shooting stems. A few years: thorns let rip, squeezing the wooden frame left and right,...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 27, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
I didn’t really want you to touch me but I let you It seemed polite. Talk to me. All my longings are floating in front of your eyes. I want you to have laser surgery to tell my needs from my neuroses like pieces of seaweed and washed abalone....
by Helen Ivory | Sep 26, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Departure This is the last voice singing my love has gone my love has gone to the great silence of the animals and trees Joseph O’Callaghan is a lawyer and poet, living in Shropshire, England. Joseph participates in the Shrewsbury...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 25, 2019 | 2019 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Brick by Brick how tough a wall you can build from bubbles they stack like bricks and solidify into something you couldn’t break with a sledgehammer when you pick up the phone the words are fewer harder dripping not flowing a sponge wrung to its...
