by Helen Ivory | Dec 4, 2025 | Featured, Haibun, Tanka, Haiku & Haiga, Poetry
Holy Ground I imagine my mother pulling apart my praying hands. Don’t be such a holy roller, she’d taunt. Get over here, quit committing to the ethereal, get down on those knees and help your family pick strawberries. The bending made...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 3, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Three Winds I go to the top of the risen hill, above the trees, beyond the grass, where only hard ground lives —and three winds mingle, whispering, all merging in a jostle. They use my body frame to make sound and, listening, I hear, as they tell...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 2, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Cracks in the Concrete We searched for it through the tarmac in every rain-bruised sky in dark Pennine shadows where great mills spewed out ringlets of ghost-grey fog we learnt to see Yorkshire mist in charcoal technicolour Along the canal with...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 1, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
A Survey of Radial Velocities in the Zodiacal Dust Cloud -the PhD title of Brian May from Queen I like to think it’s a story about himself and Einstein floating in zero gravity, Albert sailing through the capsule toward his drifting pipe, Brian...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 20, 2025 | Featured, Prose
A letter C The little piece of newspaper, crisp and dark with age, flutters out of the gritty space between the fridge and the cabinet. I am cleaning the house while my wife is at school and at first I don’t understand. It is small, less than an...
