by Helen Ivory | Apr 7, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Gathering We always knew the months Orion would be clear above our roofs, the years the damson trees would yield a heavy crop. We knew when geese would split the skies and flocks of field-fares arrive to strip the berries from...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 6, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
The Hard Way Put pebbles in your shoes before you start. Forswear maps, a compass— north and south are meaningless since you have trouble with your left and right. Try walking backwards for a while. Each stumble and sprain adds up; just don’t kid...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 5, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Sun Addict 2 He* wrote at length and copious length at that, of the delights of sauntering, of stopping a while to make modest acquaintance of tree and meadow, of walking like a camel, ruminating, of going where one’s tread might lead. While these...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 3, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Chest of Drawers She speaks to the postman frequently, gives him small jars of cloudy honey at Christmas and invites him in on rainy days. Her husband doesn’t mind and neither does the postman, he appreciates the warmth, the company. The couple has a...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 2, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Letter From My Migraine I got a letter from my migraine yesterday. The penmanship was impeccable. It mentioned how things just weren’t working out, me with the drive to win all the prizes now gone. It had found some nice neurotic who could...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 1, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
The Language Of Snow The next morning over the frozen world I see the snow, its faint, peaceful breaths outside and in the pale light the hidden sun holds back, I saw a crow shaking snow off its feathers on top a telephone pole. There is something joyous...
