by Helen Ivory | Sep 11, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Goethals Football field, Kurseong I watch a lonesome Tibetan horse grazing on the Goethals football field ; solitary clouds chew sadness all morning here, as if, it is their staple food at breakfast The starving fog licks the whole body of the...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 10, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
The Unholy Spirit If Jesus was the type to enjoy a drink, then the porcelain version pinned at our front door would surely be happier than he looks Beneath his feet, a round finger bowl, eternally brimming with holy water. Never a dry-dip in this...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 9, 2020 | Featured, Word & Image
Black Coffee and Cigarettes Close to the leaf a black raven In nature what would happen normally is that dogs chase cats Of course the zebra looks to the sky They were naming them after household objects: the telephone, the aspidistra, the cuckoo clock They...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 8, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Red wine fruit flies You came for the pear molasses on my kitchen shelf three tummies full of fruity goodness recklessly rolling around in this deep lagoon without any thought of how you might get out. Claire Aster has always been a...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 7, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Ask to know your people better When my father goes to Edinburgh, the hilly streets and crowds of tourists make him grouchy. This is his mother’s country. She is not there, he cannot touch the things she touched but he sees and hears what made the...
