by Helen Ivory | Mar 20, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Spring is icumen in For JK I called your name And the goldfinches twirled ribbons Of song Scissoring the air A robe Of silk Of fire Emptying their hollow bones of music Offering the chance melody of twilight I called your name And the...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 19, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Polling Day I watched the way you fogged up our front room, filling the ash trays and drinking dad’s whisky, (when it wasn’t even Christmas). I heard the way you wrote off the opposition; Labour, the crook; Liberal, the nancy; and little Mark’s...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 18, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
La Complainte de l’Oignon Every few years another layer lost and it makes me sad, peeled in the kitchen, to know I am losing this game of host, trailing myself in serial friction. It might seem like a joke but far from that I knew a girl...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 17, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Dependence The tree didn’t plan its shape. Each shoot budded and grew separately toward the light. The flock never plots its form. Each bird takes off and flies equidistant from its neighbours. The crowd couldn’t chart its course. It raged and...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 16, 2019 | 2019 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry, Word & Image
The plane tree entertains the circus of doves Stripped of spindly epicormic shoots, the now-knuckle-tree jabs her skeletal arms over the snapped stale breaths of pale, orange shavings powdering the tree surgeon’s yellow truck. Her...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 15, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Kickstarter Jenna woke up and smelled the bacon and eggs her roommate was ruining on the stove top and retched. Wow, that was a surprise! She wadded up her waitress outfit abandoned the night before on the floor next to her bed and, not knowing what else...
