by Helen Ivory | May 24, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
Arthur and Merlin’s Cave Rain sick, Bound by the small hours- He is fading Walks through the moors, Past the hard ponies, Their hair lumpy with burs and their noses raw with nettle rash The sheep skitter like a dropped bag of pellets As he goes He pulls...
by Helen Ivory | May 23, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
Quietude and loneliness for god’s sake, don’t take silence for granted it is loud, hypnotizing and over-rated it has a spiritual world charm attached to it you never know if it would declare you dead and then, you can see the...
by Helen Ivory | May 22, 2017 | 2017 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Difference The once-in-a-thousand-year-flood came and went. We listened as though blood were a tide our bedroom an ark. At dawn we understood the full extent of what had occurred: as there was no sun, we attended a critical mass in our...
by Helen Ivory | May 21, 2017 | Prose & Poetry, Word & Image
Words by Helen Pletts (www.helenpletts.com ) whose two collections, Bottle bank and For the chiding dove, are both published by YWO/Legend Press (supported by The Arts Council) and available on Amazon. ‘Bottle bank’ was...
by Helen Ivory | May 20, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
* here the sunflower stood this summer … my late friend * the clicking of the ice storm his anger * Christmas afternoon the quiet snow * cracked nail polish Easter morning * the dog’s footsteps on my back snooze alarm A Pushcart Prize nominee,...
by Helen Ivory | May 19, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
On the tracks Paused amongst the debris scabs and concertinaed pigeons, over Herculean arches, grisly secrets lurk in muck and smutty shadows. Old stolen bicycles, rats, and plastic bags floating like ghosts in the engine hiss. Reptilian fingers...
