by Helen Ivory | Feb 22, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Push I noticed the old man before he noticed me. He was sitting on the swing, looking up into the dusk, and the swing was moving gently. ‘Are you okay?’ I asked and he looked at me, turned his wrinkles into a smile and nodded. ‘What are...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 21, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Positively Negative I simply couldn’t Visualize Positive thinking seekers To attend my Positive thinking group Which meant my Positive thinking group Like a Town crier on the moon Left Vibrating barren craters Not Positive thoughts At all ...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 20, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Sandgrains 1 At the hour of long shadows, the sun lights up the crown of the oak. As Bashō lay dying, he told how his soul still wandered the withered moor, startled by the sound of a stream. 2 In the field, snow lit by starlight, hollow stalks...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 19, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
The Market in Cheongju. Night A spring night in Cheongju. A thousand mysteries in the elixir of cold oranges. Korean seamstress in the closing market, floor littered with remnants of others’ finery, your head is bowed, machining quiet hours into a...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 18, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Commute the water on the road the leaves in beaten hedgerow the beat-up car leaves the water on the car is flicked off by the wipers there onto burnside road the brown water in the burn the hill it scours and turns water stronger than the...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 17, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Red I wanted to gift you a story. The story would be sunsets over the desert; trees in Asian rainforest; a sky full of stars far from the city. I would scent the story with the finest oils. Strew it with rose petals and pomegranate seeds. Kiss it. I...
