by Helen Ivory | Sep 14, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
I’m pulling my hair out again and I worry that this is how the children will remember me. As balls of tangled fluff, that roll lazily under the sofa, to snag later in the hoover. Will they curse me every time they have to empty the bag? Take it...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 13, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
Gone The tap is not dripping. I check the windows and leave. The doors are all locked. I sit on the bus and wait for a thought. Nothing comes. The tap is not dripping. I look out at the muddy fields and write a note to myself. The doors are all...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 12, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
Start With The Thing That Can Fly Away It was a goldfinch balancing on a teezle, she’d planted it for this very reason, and to see a tall hat of snow. The custard yellow flashes, the head dipped in red, the white apostrophes on black wings. But...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 11, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
Alley Cat The dark never knew such corridors, The evening gallant upon its fur. Jason Visconti has attended both group and private poetry workshops. His work has appeared in various journals, including Literary Yard, Indigo Rising,...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 10, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
Bowled Over As I walk them home from school Sneaky Camouflage and Brave Barry train for The Big Fight, dangling from fence railings and fake-kicking brick walls in their black Mary Janes. They’re going to swap summer uniforms for shorts and...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 8, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
Birding at dusk On the shores of Mangalajodi: one of Chilika’s few undiscovered corners, the boatman welcomed me with warmth in his eyes. As these wetlands happen to be the turf of these poachers turned naturalists who know it like the back of their...
