by Helen Ivory | Mar 22, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
The Art of Tipping The Eastern European concierge can’t hide his billionaire-stare’s disappointment as the revolving doors deliver me: small change at the ready should my cheap case require his studied servility. A dance of mauled politesse...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 21, 2018 | 2018 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Politics and Other Distractions wildflowers in the yard waiting to be mowed in the forest no tree grows too fast or too high the earth moves on the floor the baby sleeps black mulch thrown on new snow as if that helps ...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 20, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
When I Heard The Trees Speak I turned to see your face and it was still. So, to be certain, I took your hand and whispered, ‘Do you hear that?’ Blankly, you answered, ‘What?’, finding in the daily sounds of these woods – the wind among high...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 19, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
Whipped In When you walk idyllic countryside, spare a thought for the hunted ones; red hairs on a barbed wire fence caught where Madam Fox bombed through. The chase so hard her body fluids boiled as she collapsed in a patch of...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 18, 2018 | 2018 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Letches The call to bright lights is a whisper, tempting souls into the clutches of dreams that hang on a celluloid precipice. Los Angeles turns us into letches who lurk under the wings of angels, covered in soot from generations of sweeping up...
