by Helen Ivory | Aug 4, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Arpeggio I lie awake. Night presses down my eyes. A blackbird’s song scythes through the gloom, its silver corkscrew ripple reminding me the days are longer now. Susan Castillo Street is Harriet Beecher Stowe Professor Emerita,...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 3, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
The Fisherman King A man who lived alone worked in the city. One day, as he left the building, he heard a kkss underfoot. He looked down. He’d stepped on a crisp.. He sniffed. Cheese and onion. He ignored it and walked on. As he left the coffee...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 2, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Pink Legs I want to be a bird she says Which one? I don’t know A small one With a strong voice One that likes to sing on summer afternoons Long nostalgic notes No, a single long nostalgic note, like sweeeeeeeeeeee That ends in a question...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 1, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Getting Away with It In the hardware store you tuck a chainsaw under your shirt and walk out grinning like a grill. In the pharmacy you glom handfuls of expensive pills and pocket them. In the bookstore you stand and read a book right through and...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 31, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
The Gamekeeper’s Son Unfortunately, Julian, you’ve missed the First World War. His history teacher, Mr. Perks, owlish, gentle, self-contained, welcomes him back from his illness. The boy’s attention has to leap from Sarajevo to the armistice. But...
