by Helen Ivory | Nov 1, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Easy This bed is gentle, soft, rocking. I am in utero. I lay upon the white ship, the sheets lap at my beard, easy living in the morning, easy in the afternoon. The bed is tied to my hair, it is knotted in a conch shell, it tethers me and licks my...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 31, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
The Parch Desert moves in. The coarse grain of swaddling skin loses grip as tributaries of blood, bones and their porous underpinning appear. This slow reveal of armature is beginning to tell. You can see it in everyone who entered this age before...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 30, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Going out We need to leave in about an hour. He wants to get ready now we are going out. The cap and the coat, for him, are vital, they have to be worn. If we are going out. He doesn’t sit when he’s wearing the cap and the coat. We are...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 29, 2019 | 2019 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Profuse I have nothing to say about what happened. It’s been dealtwith. I’ve issued my apologies. Things didn’t turn out like I wanted: it was an accident, of course it was; the fish was being handled well. Esme gave me the money for the herring,...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 28, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Image Sidewalks are silent, dark. Is that you? Details are fogged over but there’s something about the shape, the walk. What are you doing in this neighborhood anyhow? Are you on your way to my apartment? What do you expect to find? How do...
