by Helen Ivory | Apr 26, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Placenta Laid flat on the floorboards it’s an autumn tree crown with boughs rising skyward from a severed trunk. It’s a glistening viscus grown by mother and daughter, brought home in a carrier bag, preserved in the freezer, planted out in spring,...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 25, 2020 | Featured, Haibun, Tanka, Haiku & Haiga, Poetry
* the tattered scarecrow: a raven perches on its shoulder * fireflies . . . sparks from a hammer on the anvil * spring dust sparrows squabble in the forenoon * a dry leaf on the ground . . . a death’s head moth * a silent gong inside the pagoda . . ....
by Helen Ivory | Apr 24, 2020 | Featured, Poetry, Reviews
This book has an unusual premise in that it’s about something you wouldn’t want to read about. It’s about one of the most difficult subjects – child loss – and yet Hopkins’ writing allows the subject the sensitivity and accessibility that it needs. The...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 23, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
John Clare on the Tube Frit by the crankling train that storms the brigs of Harrow clock-a-clays & woven twigs are soodling passengers – theyre sleeping tight clothéd in rawky natures faded light & younkers maul & lease their...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 22, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Professional Crier My sister’s a professional crier. She cries on cue, lilting, soft cries or wails as anguished as a cantor’s song. She makes money too. They hire her to cry at the ballet, at dinner parties, Episcopal Eucharists, even at...
