by Helen Ivory | Nov 10, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Berlin I hear the pulse of rain swallowing the echo of the U-Bahn, street of peeping blue towers, blocks of concrete yellow clones. A spacious forecourt at Bebelplatz bricked pale path of glass bookends, Germanic monument in turquoise stone like God’s...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 9, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Ruddy Kingfisher You follow the edge of bird’s stringy trills pace by pace; the sound descending into rank bracken ferns and datura flowers under leaves of wild papayas. The tremolos of calls reroll and re-echo in your ears through humid monsoon...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 8, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Summer Plans for Maddy Yours is a casual voice, sloping down the 2nd, 8th, 20th of June into my basin; but I hear se cond – lips thread back then draw together, yarning a sound, a shiver, mouth full in the warmest water; eigh th – oar...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 7, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
The Quail Sophia immerses the podgy quail into a pot of hot water and then starts plucking them. Tufts of brown feathers blanket the water. She then cuts their heads off with the kitchen scissors. ‘It’s Rex that caught them out in the...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 6, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Like Eden when the artful conception that frames the plot is forgotten we bless the blossom by design a garden is not nature but within we play the creator trimming shrubs pulling weeds praising the sham capabilities of box in the garden we are...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 5, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
First Things First: The Telegrams Let’s be clear—stop All must be concrete—stop green house emergency each 3rd Tuesday—stop Prometheus and Kiki keep tobacco on a leash—stop Seven pies must be 100% free ‘n accessible during a beautiful day—stop...
