by Helen Ivory | Oct 12, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Tinder Box Bugle weed and bee-blossoms catch the sparks and pass the flames lifted by the dry Santa Ana breeze, from black cottonwood to blue oak, down to the shrubs of the chaparral. The wind raises burning embers, fireballs like giant orange...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 11, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Buzzard In the third month of drought we swerved round a buzzard that stood in the road. A hedgerow deep breath for the moment to register, to name the thing. We turned, drove back. In the hazards she was shaded with the forest. Was she stunned?...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 10, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Mountain Lover You stand there like someone who left six thousand years ago and I was to blame. You will not speak of your symptoms of being, you couldn’t give a fuck. Always that distant look but I can walk to you in an hour. Your feet — who...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 9, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Moor It seeped down from the moor smoke first air laced with flakes of ash dancing then settling on roofs, shoulders, eyelashes we dipped our feet in buckets then travelled—bleach clean— along those footpaths branded into land like stitches...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 8, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
An interview with a Cigarette How do you cope? Sometimes, I watch old movies where I am a symbol of rebellion and bike-sheds, of good times had, or a moment of pensive freedom, or a last request. Or I recall when you would call me Gauloises or...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 7, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Cindy Botha lives in New Zealand where she began writing after 6 decades of doing other things. She is published in New Zealand, the UK and USA. Olga Dermott has published two pamphlets: apple, fallen (Against the Grain Press) and A...
