by Helen Ivory | Jul 3, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
The Act Summer began with a bike, its frame painted red, one thin wheel. The focus was balance, hours of clinging to walls and doors; fences and fingertips, pigtails and ears. It became about a clown; greasepaint mouth sadways striped dungarees,...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 2, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Ballet audition Bent, a teapot, arthritic neck its handle, lips protruding from the spout she’s irked because I fail to retain the enchaînements. She sees a lazy teen – she doesn’t see a girl walking London each night, imagining death more...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 1, 2022 | Featured, Haibun, Tanka, Haiku & Haiga
shallow breathing the pulse of the moon haunts me still * how heavy the scent of rain longing for home * between clouds the blue notes of a skylark * past midnight she rocks her new doll to sleep Christine Eales lives in Surrey, UK....
by Helen Ivory | Jun 18, 2022 | Featured, Prose
Fallen Hero First furloughed, then declared redundant by the Justice League, he is asked to hand back his cape and boots. His instinct is to seek immediate solace in the Fortress of Solitude, but it has floated away on a rising tide of...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 17, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Automat Chicken sandwich widow in a cave Edward Hopper edible so lonely it wants to bite off a piece of itself and eat it. * Nothing More To Say The stout aunt says, His coffin is small. He was small. Heaping upon him her scoop of dirt. ...
