by Helen Ivory | Aug 3, 2019 | 2019 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
When to stop eating chalk I am watching my niece Draw on the back door step With chalk Squiggles Almost shapes Almost something Going forward I will have no advice To give her About all of this About anything really Hopefully she’ll have the...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 2, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
The Last Boat Do you remember when we took that boat sunlight I got there early to wait for you I had on a dress and my shoes embarrassed me they were too loud for the morning Could you feel us standing while we watched the men prepare move in...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 1, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Hot Pot For 李美其 My friend and I selected vegetables, mushrooms, meat, and long strands of sliced seaweed. I am illiterate, in China, so she read out loud and checked all the right boxes. Our server beamed as I snapped pictures of her soft...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 31, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
The thief There’s nothing petty about this thief who cuts your purse with a practised flick of his knife and pockets its contents. Copper, silver, gold – he wants it all. He covets your horde, this magpie, wants your shiniest thoughts
to turn...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 30, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
The Space Between Breaths After Kate Edwards Some are uneasy about the space between breaths. They say she is a block of raw Carrara marble before the sculptor exposes a muscled form, or frankincense tendrils rising from a censer. To others she crackles...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 29, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Grey Mare’s Tail Warkworth Castle January 1463 Goosanders tack from Amble Braid, over the weir, through the bridge’s twin arches, round the curve of the Coquet. Wind scratches the water’s surface. On a promontory girdles of castle. Beside the...
