by Helen Ivory | Dec 24, 2020 | Featured, Poetry, Twelve Days of Christmas
Mister Bloody Christmas Mam taught me to send his name up the chimney, let it draw away before clawing it back through embers and ash, or to simply stand for hours in the kitchen, peeling, raw hands plunged into a bowl of sorrow, thinking of him....
by Helen Ivory | Dec 23, 2020 | Featured, Poetry, Twelve Days of Christmas
Christmas Firs The mountain road coiled, dipped in places, a saggy asphalt snake. Bends cuddled frosty drifts, crusting with darkness and a swift drop in temperature. We watched somersaulting snowflakes from portholes of erased condensation, our gloves and coat cuffs...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 22, 2020 | Featured, Poetry, Twelve Days of Christmas
Simply having… You’re only in Tesco for the milk, already angry, having to scrape the car before your first coffee, and then to hear Band Aid and Slade before the end of November. By the time you get home you are almost calm until you see...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 21, 2020 | Featured, Poetry, Twelve Days of Christmas
Debbie Strange is an internationally published short-form poet and haiga artist living in Canada. Her most recent book, The Language of Loss: Haiku & Tanka Conversations, won the Sable Books 2019 International Women’s Haiku Contest. Dear Sophie, 20th...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 20, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Consolation poem In a meadow of red campion beside a wood in mossy quiet, a boy and girl leap into the air, wave sticks, make Maurice Sendak faces, are suspended forever between earth and sky. Charlie Hill is a critically...
