by Helen Ivory | Jul 14, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Lord, grant me… On hot days, the back door stands open to the garden, to sudden wing flurries, sparrow chit-chat. By evening there are bluebottles upstairs, stupidly circling, banging themselves against the place the light comes from. I have been...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 12, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
The Fair Leaves Town The hum of early traffic resonates where skeletal rides seek egress on lorries bound for the next town, and the road opens like a wound, becomes a thoroughfare again. We view the marketplace as we would a post-festive room,...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 11, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Mace in Her Pocket She is used to walking unafraid of the echo off her heeled steps, moving through the parking lot in a still-dark, early morning hour. Mace in her pocket, fur coat on her back, fist wrapped around her keys, she takes a breath...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 10, 2023 | Featured, Haibun, Tanka, Haiku & Haiga, Poetry
Two Haiku green spruce cone a globe of sap slips below the horizon * bloom of jellyfish a thousand beach umbrellas open close Joshua St. Claire is an accountant who works as a financial director for a large non-profit in...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 7, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
I had a dream I had a dream. I dreamt it’s time to go. It’s time to leave. It’s time to stop this game. My boss appeared, the one from years ago. Her face was pink and thick with orange paint. “Still here? They don’t pay you any more”, she said. ...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 6, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
How To Bury Someone Else’s Da Make sure to pick the proper season. July is saturated, so is November. Spring is the perpetual king of felt-tip leaks and drownings, too full already. Remember how the whiteness of Winter is able to cool heart muscle...
