by Helen Ivory | Nov 14, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Off colour 1946: a green rabbit and a grey giraffe, crafted by her uncle in hospital in Palestine, where making leather toys was therapy. Good solid toys, and wipeable, sturdy in a toddler’s hand. She wobbled round clutching the giraffe by its...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 13, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Flashback One afternoon (in your next reincarnation) you’ll remember all this and laugh. Zoe Broome is a Yorkshire poet whose first collection, Back To Yesterday was published by Three Drops Press. When not writing, Broome can be...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 12, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Boy Goes Swimming Boy dives so deep his parents can’t see him, holds his breath pulling rucksacks of air into his lungs. Under the water, his belly scraping the bottom of the pool, Boy opens his eyes and just before the chlorine-sting he sees...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 11, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
The generosity of the dead cannot be reckoned in coin or note is peculiar to the moment is subject to whim for the dead are not beyond fancy varies with the season (you might think it greatest at Samhain Dia de Muertos All Hallows’ Eve no: then...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 10, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
The Kiso Road For WSW I Kiso: clear as a bell among the mountains. Write me, the river says. Witness the road beside me. II The clouds are still tonight. The sky is smoke-blackened but the fires are cold. Time claims the haiku. The children grow...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 9, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
M. Dubois’ Dreams Day is a blown clock, its last wisps ceding to horizon. Heron’s doppelgänger floats belly up on the lake; night, laid like a thousand year egg, breaks over her. The stir of wings whispers a prayer for earthly things; the quench...
