by Helen Ivory | May 31, 2018 | 2018 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Blake Draws The Ghost of a Flea Blake says the flea complains of a haunting. He says he will draw the ghost within the flea. From the darkness of the mahogany board, Blake exhumes a body. Not a pinprick creature that could be crushed under the...
by Helen Ivory | May 29, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
Claude Cahun Bald as an egg naked and ageless negative. Your eagle’s beak, your Buddhist’s ear the shorn vulnerability of your nape shot by a flash. Marcel Moore behind the lens finger poised you pose your onyx eye forbidding judgement daring us...
by Helen Ivory | May 28, 2018 | 2018 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Auto-da-fé (London 1955) In the mirror of fitting room at Harvey Nichols. I am wearing a black sanbenito by Tomás de Torquemada, decorated with devils from my past. Outside the London streets are foggy, in Lewes they will already be stacking wood...
by Helen Ivory | May 27, 2018 | 2018 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Last Kiss She landed, her first hours totally floored. Away from the nest far away as a star. Her wings are a lattice of straw with lachrymal dope binding the pale rose-raw reed of her skin; her eyes are a blessing of fear thrumming the lids as...
by Helen Ivory | May 26, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
I Would Take You Anywhere Let us not succumb to the American delusion of nature & ruralness. We are born of technology and live in cities with every amenity we can afford. I will gladly take you to visit the country and embrace...
