by Helen Ivory | Apr 25, 2020 | Featured, Haibun, Tanka, Haiku & Haiga, Poetry
* the tattered scarecrow: a raven perches on its shoulder * fireflies . . . sparks from a hammer on the anvil * spring dust sparrows squabble in the forenoon * a dry leaf on the ground . . . a death’s head moth * a silent gong inside the pagoda . . ....
by Helen Ivory | Apr 24, 2020 | Featured, Poetry, Reviews
This book has an unusual premise in that it’s about something you wouldn’t want to read about. It’s about one of the most difficult subjects – child loss – and yet Hopkins’ writing allows the subject the sensitivity and accessibility that it needs. The...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 23, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
John Clare on the Tube Frit by the crankling train that storms the brigs of Harrow clock-a-clays & woven twigs are soodling passengers – theyre sleeping tight clothéd in rawky natures faded light & younkers maul & lease their...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 22, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Professional Crier My sister’s a professional crier. She cries on cue, lilting, soft cries or wails as anguished as a cantor’s song. She makes money too. They hire her to cry at the ballet, at dinner parties, Episcopal Eucharists, even at...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 21, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
An Early Lesson in Fake News One paper said that my mother, The Venus of Vodka, was blonde; another that The Russian Doll was a sexy redhead. A third was certain that the nude model, From Russia With Love, was brunette. She planned world...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 20, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Tenant Tides rise as I sleep. I wake up to a desert mouth and the sound of drilling. Panic shooting up spine. The scaffolding holding the building together usually blocks out the feeble Berlin, February sun. But a ray reaches my forehead today....
