by Helen Ivory | Jul 9, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
The Chandelier Competition What would you use to bring light into our lives? Candles? Crystal? Mirrors? Sparklers? Fireflies? Solar Trickery? Your entries, boxed and bubblewrapped, must reach us by midday of the winter equinox. Last year’s winner...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 8, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
from Mesopotamian Objects 4. Necklace Dear Friend, Send me a necklace of beads that few have ever seen, beads made of gold, electrum, precious stone or amber, which is the tears of the sun. Let each bead be of rare workmanship, round as a seed,...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 7, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Bite Me There is stuff It can be very convincing It’s easy to swoon It’s easy to be charmed But I’m a cynical bastard And have seen too many Attempt to distance themselves With it all amounting To nothingness They need to justify...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 5, 2015 | 2015 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Further extracts from The Old Man in the House of Bone There’s someone else in the house of bone, someone moving in between the silences, slipping through and around them, stepping over them on tiptoe, trying not to wake them,...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 4, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
69th Birthday Transmission “The question is not what you look at, but what you see.” — Thoreau Day two, early early morning group sit, zendo floor tripodding with potential great orthopedic cost, I can’t turn off itches or chatter. Day...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 3, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
fragment winter is dead clouds break and a sliver of sun from a chink in the brittle sky falls on a tellin cracked eggshell white and a tiny star of chionodoxa blue as the blue on a chinese teacup heralding Spring the ladies chat over a cup of tea...
