by Helen Ivory | Mar 27, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
The Crowman A thick haze of smoke still lay across the fields. From just a few yards away, the scavengers were all but invisible as they performed their grim, yet profitable task. The two Englishmen worked methodically, stripping the dead of their...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 26, 2018 | 2018 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Blind Eyelids still sewn, wild kitten rabbit dip-hopped across our path: where mum, what eat, who there. In the field, crow blew at a hankied beak, crossed its legs, cawed bone pretended to read the Gazette. We pondered...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 25, 2018 | Prose & Poetry, Word & Image
I want 2 b naked on your regal mountain I want 2 absorb your hand with mine from fingertip 2 palm, 2 finger tip Sascha Aurora Akhtar, is a trans-race, multi-dimensional, sub rosa poeto/story-bot. She was patented in Pakistan. Had...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 24, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
Thirteen Ways Of Looking At Orange After Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird by Wallace Stevens I With longing And sharp nails I consider the orange. II Five oranges perch in their little tree Exuding banal sweetness. III Lust for orange...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 23, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
chopped liver & love notes. he stood inside the garage for most of September. the mooring ropes had been cut loose and it was all being scraped out of him like lobster meat from a shell. hours would go by, things would be moved...
