by Helen Ivory | Nov 16, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Insignificance The sea that bears you is agitated today dusted with tiny wild whitecaps rushing headlong at the ragged shore. You are one small wave surrounded by your own kind. The land does not notice you no matter what color you may offer:...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 15, 2015 | Prose & Poetry, Word & Image
A tree in the forest Below Sredna Gora the bus stops at a garage. Families without faces, without...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 14, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
I Encounter a Peacock How I came to be sitting in a bus shelter next to a Peacock in full display was to become the least of my worries. Imagine how he’d be if he were as wild as we are not said a little bit of me aloud. Just a thought. The...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 13, 2015 | 2015 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Sanctuary An Elongated Haiku I am a pocket of lake lapping from the pond much like a hangnail, a little lagniappe of water mapped by green stalks where frogs come to hide in the salty-fresh sanctuary of my still tide-watered shade. I am becalmed. A swamp...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 12, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Disease There’s a place I sit in your heart, arse tucked between the semi-lunar valve and aortic wall. Every time you breathe, move, think, I am crushed into a V, my legs pushed towards my chest. On your left lower lid, there’s an eyelash that...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 11, 2015 | 2015 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
School Room, Upper Silesia 1933 Freedom and Bread In that moment when the shutter was pressed no-one looked away. So the camera held each luminous face in its gaze, kept them there, each grin, lost look or open stare. Fifty boys in rows, with folded...
