by Helen Ivory | Jan 28, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
henry john lintott I, I, I, the millennium’s baby, That stinking beauty who crunches down hearts like candy I laugh with each push burn of knuckles and open my throat to grey sky Because that is all I deserve A song a spell a draught for sleep a...
by Helen Ivory | May 24, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
Arthur and Merlin’s Cave Rain sick, Bound by the small hours- He is fading Walks through the moors, Past the hard ponies, Their hair lumpy with burs and their noses raw with nettle rash The sheep skitter like a dropped bag of pellets As he goes He pulls...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 19, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
1 Here is the subversive heart: Through which rebel blood rolls in secret passages Dark is the meat, opaque and shiny as a horse’s eye Bones fine and curved as tusks steeple a cage for it, Under sediment of the water of you Here are the nobs, the joints,...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 2, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
North Dakota O’ this sky of denim blue- Like a cowboy’s thighs And the river water wrinkled like old skin, All alone sit I on the brown horse, Remembering- That fences can be kicked down And soul isn’t made for staying Aimée...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 24, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Central Florida It is only a few acres Sun choked and thirsty grass Our house is scab brown, flaky Pickup truck red offsets the dirt like a fresh heart We made a deal to live our lives in slower motion To pack our thoughts...
