by Helen Ivory | Nov 19, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
A Talkative Saint who lived in a hedge He was caught up in what he did and he couldn’t do enough of it and he did it all the time. He would talk about it to anyone even if they told him they couldn’t understand a word of it and didn’t want to...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 18, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
I’m crying in a bar when a wise old cowboy turns to me and says If you found love now, you’d run it right into the ground. I bet you sit around swallowing up everybody else’s light, wondering why you never end up being anything but midnight. I...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 17, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
The unloved pipes It’s not rats (there are no rats); it’s the goddam plumbing cobbled together by some inept predecessor. Knocking whenever the heating comes on, clanging whenever the shower’s turned on, clicking whenever hot water rushes through...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 16, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
Lockdown Release Suddenly summer. Parakeets whirled above, too fast for more than a glimpse of jade green glitter, an after-echo of cries Flowers leaned on walls, bright lips breathed fragrant calls the insects answered, wings a glinting blur,...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 15, 2021 | Featured, Haibun, Tanka, Haiku & Haiga, Poetry
Haiku morning fog still recognizable children’s laughter * winter begins no place in my notebook for revised resolutions * first snow her hair shines in a new colour Samo Kreutz lives in Ljubljana, Slovenia. Besides haiku...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 14, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
What Matters Barbara Hepworth on politics After a long time with persistent, small movements, each one following the effects of the last, the shape becomes clearer, large chunks fall away, air is let into stone. Further in, planes flatten out,...
