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...
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...
