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,...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 13, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
Hauntings 1 After the funeral, the coughs continued. 2 Care homes regain life at night. 3 Wait. The morgue will reopen soon. 4 They came asking for more starch. 5 For them, lockdown has just begun. 6 He came back. “Forgot the mask”. 7 Sorry for...
