by Helen Ivory | Jun 25, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Country Train of My Country I see from a distance, its metal backbones disappearing into the blue haze of our day. It moans and vomit its human snort into the silent heat. Kacha kuchu ka……cha Kuchu……uuu Kachaaa Kuchuuu. Kweeeeeeeeee.
The sound steps...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 24, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
how to lose your mind at the end of the world (an instruction manual) step one: stare out the window for hours on end. pretend you’re making eye contact with someone. step two: envision a post-apocalyptic future, where you only eat canned beans,...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 23, 2020 | Featured, Poetry, Prose
Why the river? Shannon sat in her tattered recliner chair and scowled at the cheesy infomercials on the television. It’d been exactly four years since the Mississippi River took her son Gus away. Gus was a freshman at the state university where he...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 22, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Unravelling Fields like tapestry Fields like patchwork quilt Fields like ripples over water Fields like sunspots on lens Fields floating clouds shifting with wind shapes always changing an old stone wall diced onion in a frying pan ...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 21, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Untitled / Villanelle I have often longed to see my mother in the doorway.’- Grace Paley Because having a father made me want a father. – Sandra Newman I have often longed to see my mother tap-dance in a top hat like she did before he died –...
