by Helen Ivory | Jun 21, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
Spring in Dublin People linger in Temple Bar take coffee and wine outside with coats still on, crowd around pipers, singers wanting a memory photo of this day. Young girls chat with Gardai in short sleeves, skateboarders skim around ´Central Bank,...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 20, 2018 | 2018 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Self portrait : diptych I It will do, the Polaroid’s black- &-white : but a ground of sky-like azurite with aetatis suae XX lettered in gold would better suit this curly-head in starprint shirt, his life set permanently to May, cheek...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 19, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
reverse shadows after a photograph by Eiichi Matsumoto charcoal scars and tired wooden slats both man and ladder seared to shade here where the air is steeped in the memory of fire hell dropped its livid star what left at the still point of an alien war...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 18, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
Bottled eyes I am here in this hover of flowers counting eyelashes and fingers and toes, before I knew it I couldn’t breathe for I lost my heart in the quivering pollen. Michelle Wareham is an Australian born poet...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 17, 2018 | 2018 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Inside Your heart is a foot pedal on an airbed pumping away, as I feel your first kick at this late hour. My hand on the hillock; a creeper on a gravid marble sphere. Can you hear my voice inside that colloidal world? Was that a punch against the dark...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 16, 2018 | 2018 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Letters to a Pizza Company Dear Papa John’s, Let me tell you something I’ve been thinking. I have some pizza concerns. I enjoy the odd slice on Thursdays. Once I’ve put the children to bed, swished out their Disney cups, ironed, and packed their...
