by Helen Ivory | Dec 5, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Garage Roof Gods mine is to know us by sump-oiled ditches of flowing gossip unproven or choke-weed culverts, seldom navigated sour milk teardrops over kicked-in fences burnt tattoos, gutter-flung Ratners pins and needles afternoons was drunk! defences...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 4, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Grandson Oliver Nisbet, born Seattle, 31.8.2010 I’ve seen you just in photographs, Skype images. Tracing you, I wonder at your crinkled lineaments unfolding. Born an American, you’ll maybe hear one day that, when I was two months old, we had a...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 3, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
The Little Girl and the Universe A man watched a little girl push her doll’s pram with determination up the steep path at the side of her house, it came to a stop at a step. Not being aware of the laws of physics that dictated she would have...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 2, 2015 | 2015 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Undone Unwrapped and warm again, laid still, but sleeping still; pulled up through the bulbs and windmills and worms and wood. Us, warped open on the seam. Love thickening along the wound. Time pulled backwards; an unruly child of years and hours and minutes,...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 1, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
The Boy and the Mountain Did you ever think what those sleepers are that underlie the railroad? Each one is a man, an Irishman, or a Yankee man. The rails are laid on them […]. They are sound sleepers, I assure you. ―Henry David Thoreau Tissack,...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 30, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
The Shoemaker Writes at his Window Today I write to tell you I saw Sarah again her neck curved, each move of ballet grace I took her calfskin shoe and placed a warm, innocent foot on plain paper to trace Then, as now, she is moved to speak of the...
