by Helen Ivory | Dec 8, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Prometheus Burns Down The Last Bar Of The Pub Crawl Out of ten bars, by the fifth, half of us had flickered out and by this ninth one, it ended up just him and me. A matchstick balanced on a stool, he sat trench-coated and ember-tense. Salt from...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 7, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
A Fistful of Cake Loaded with hawks’ cries and horses’ huffs Ennio Morricone’s score wails as the camera narrows on cakeslingers’ squints. Eli Wallach’s, Clint Eastwood’s, and Lee Van Cleef’s hands tremble near leather holsters. Eastwood chews the...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 6, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Eating Apple Pie with Louisa May Alcott When the genie appears, I’m in a frivolous mood. First request? My mom’s apple pie. Genie, exceeding expectations, delivers it hot. As steam rises from slits in its cinnamon dusted crust, I cut two slices....
by Helen Ivory | Dec 5, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
The tenderness of beans slack in a bag from the freezer aisle shaken out like shrunken grey memes I long for the podding of beans to run my thumbnail once more down the dark seam of your housing over broad lumps and bumps that split open to fuzzy...
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...
