by Helen Ivory | Sep 26, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Curlew Calls When I walked the moors Of the South Tyne Valley Not knowing anyone Within 150 miles I hugged the very call Of the curlew. I watched them lift together From fields by the banks Of the river. Once I peered over a drystone wall And saw...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 25, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
A Happy Ending For Petrologists A pebble sat upon a beach and thought, as would a stone, Of whether in the Universe it was a soul alone. For it could see no evidence to otherwise disprove That rocks had not the wherewithal to think or talk...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 24, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Central Florida It is only a few acres Sun choked and thirsty grass Our house is scab brown, flaky Pickup truck red offsets the dirt like a fresh heart We made a deal to live our lives in slower motion To pack our thoughts...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 23, 2015 | 2015 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Pearl Harbour After Jacques Gaucheron In Hiroshima there are many pearl harbours burning in waters of survivors eyes and I have watched her oysters prise open through grief, a pale glaucoma where the photographed dot explodes that day in...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 22, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Catharsis Ideas become objects; we become what we sculpt He, experimented with soil, and got an Adam We experimented with silt, and got robots She fancied a replica of him, inside of her, and ballooned with delight...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 21, 2015 | 2015 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Swimming before the May We heed their banter in winds though we cover our ears. Ready to shark our flesh then flense to a clench of bare bones. Swirled in the rip they whip up waves. We enter aware who lords all of this water and air....
