by Helen Ivory | May 2, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Science Remember, Sir, when I blocked the sink with paper towels and turned on the tap and you noticed only when it poured over the side and splashed on the floor and you swore, ran over, pulled up your sleeve and plunged in your arm up to the...
by Helen Ivory | May 1, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
For a Journey to the Forest in Time of Snow Purse, dirk, night-cap, kerchief, shoeing-horn, buget, and shoes; Spear, nails, hood, halter, sadle-cloth, spurs, hat, withy horse-comb; Bow, arrow, sword, buckler, horn, brush, gloves, string, and thy...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 20, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Knitting It’s Grandma Gibson who starts me off gently correcting me, praising the stitches pointing out how it’s written on the pattern. Shows me how to cast on. Then Mum’s Mum, Grandma Gasson tries to improve my grip, gets me to wrap the wool...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 19, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Kenwood Chef I blow dust (an epidermis of powdered sugar) from the plastic body and think of what Mother conjured from spatula whip and grinder (each task with its own attachment) never tiring helping hands that saved time for the hundred and one...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 18, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
D. Parker spends most of her days surrounded by books both at work and at home. In her free time she reads and occasionally lets words form on paper.
