by Helen Ivory | Nov 18, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
I’m crying in a bar when a wise old cowboy turns to me and says If you found love now, you’d run it right into the ground. I bet you sit around swallowing up everybody else’s light, wondering why you never end up being anything but midnight. I...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 17, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
The unloved pipes It’s not rats (there are no rats); it’s the goddam plumbing cobbled together by some inept predecessor. Knocking whenever the heating comes on, clanging whenever the shower’s turned on, clicking whenever hot water rushes through...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 16, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
Lockdown Release Suddenly summer. Parakeets whirled above, too fast for more than a glimpse of jade green glitter, an after-echo of cries Flowers leaned on walls, bright lips breathed fragrant calls the insects answered, wings a glinting blur,...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 15, 2021 | Reviews
Spoiler alert! This is a seriously good book, but it pulls no punches about the nuts and bolts of motherhood. No quaint, cooing here. Instead, there’s blood and milk; love and its shadow; the joys and the sheer brain-boiling frustrations of...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 15, 2021 | Featured, Haibun, Tanka, Haiku & Haiga, Poetry
Haiku morning fog still recognizable children’s laughter * winter begins no place in my notebook for revised resolutions * first snow her hair shines in a new colour Samo Kreutz lives in Ljubljana, Slovenia. Besides haiku...
