by Helen Ivory | Jan 25, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Instructions for my Funeral 1. don’t you dare wear sadness like a scarf that doesn’t suit you. it will be enough having a broken pulse, don’t break my heart too. 2. don’t let the priest turn my memory into a list of virtues....
by Helen Ivory | Jan 23, 2016 | 2016 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Happy Some days he’s happy. On Thursdays, he’s happy. When I leave home on work days, wheel my bike from the shed, wave to him one last goodbye, he’s looking almost jaunty, wearing his favourite striped tie. On these days, he’s up early, sings on...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 22, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
I saw an elephant in my garage I saw an elephant in my garage And lordie be he was large He stuck his face up in mine And just stood there for a time …. I Was Looking Down the River I was looking down the river Or was it up I...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 21, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Van Diemen’s Land Shorn sheep swim in tawny grass. Scorched trees flame green. A hard road through the rocks to Port Arthur. Windows barred and roof open the Penitentiary rears up, a broken mill behind hoardings. A ferry shows tourists the...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 20, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
A Nocturne Love Cantata She always preferred the sun, of course, cream lilies, river stones ground and polished into lucky orbs carried in her pockets that she would finger like rosary beads and send up smoky prayers for answers regarding love....
by Helen Ivory | Jan 19, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Factor 30 Sunscreen brings a lasagne of memories. My parents walk where white houses decorate the coast, like a cake made of sand, they eat Mediterranean food, and ice cream with beaches after I was alone this morning, left to remember the trips...
