by Helen Ivory | Apr 19, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
Milvus milvus Your eye is a citrine flash, better than any drone, fishing in the wind for small things. There once was a myth you could hunt dogs and lambs. Take a child down with your fork and claws. These days your haul is a kiss of earthworms,...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 18, 2018 | 2018 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Standing on top of the National Museum of Scotland We find the roof garden. Its little patch of moorland, birches, heather so perfect it might hide grouse turd, quartz, even Tunnock wrappers. A mountain peak handkerchief picnic-pack pooled until...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 17, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
Soul Sister I take it, the crust Of the moment, One word At a time: Move it Cross country Past the livery Stable, the train’s Box-cars, all ‘A hoot’ On the half hour Siding where … Same as Great Grandma, I put it In a pipe And smoke it....
by Helen Ivory | Apr 16, 2018 | 2018 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Coral Mother She was hard and soft, beach and rock, kids passed through like subatomic particles channelling dolphins, whales, sharks, tiddlers, tropical colours, grey and sombre, skin cut and skin kept in trauma; hair and loneliness sucked into...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 15, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
coupling glass sponge silica home for shrimps entering when young and slim seeking food as they swell the shrimps cannot escape a perfect gift for the newlyweds. Duncan Richardson is a writer of fiction, poetry, haiku, radio drama...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 13, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
For my *Grand-Nephew In anticipation of your stopover I am dressing my deftness at gamification. Even if I flounder in arresting your attention, my toothless one, slay me with your moue so I sidestep this inadequacy like many others. *I’ve no...
