by Helen Ivory | Nov 15, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Harlan & Siv Euglena Harlan presides at our Church of Gullibility in the Vale, accused of murdering his younger self. Prosecutor Marat Siv arrays testimony, exhibits, arguments against the Judge-Who-Rules-at-Pulpit. During a recess, Siv...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 14, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Auntie Joyce I knew your face when I saw you from the backseat window in the hospital car park where you stood talking to my dad, so I must have seen you before then. Perhaps at your son’s wedding, for you had to be there. I remembered you also...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 13, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Norwegian Trees Still Bear Evidence of a WWII German Battleship According to their research, one tree sampled saw no new growth for nine years after 1945. – The Smithsonian Imagine a ship pulls up into your fjord and releases a cloud...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 12, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Coping Because I had a vivid dream I could telephone you in Heaven, somewhere my brain believes it’s true; delusion is a kind of redemption. My conscious mind habituated to our almost-daily conversation, my unconscious has found a line to sustain...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 11, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
My Swallows after Ann Gray I talk to the swallows as they dip and dive wonder if they return because of me. I tell them the cactuses are dying, that I’m the wild boar rooting around for grubs, that I don’t sleep much these days. I tell...
