by Helen Ivory | Nov 12, 2017 | 2017 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Chorus from The Returning We are the people, the nation and the state We are the inscriptions, the documents The declarations, the pomp and the circumstance, The structures of being, the bedrock of commerce The official face of the face in...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 11, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
Greece Until now, I hadn’t noticed your way: turning your back as you cut bread, a half-turn, so you would still see my face. Zoe Broome is a writer who has been published in magazines and anthologies. Broome’s first collection Back To...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 10, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
On Jaffa Street The orange spins from the doorway startles the bright pitted sphere bounces on smooth dark stone the puddle jumps orange turns in on itself rolls tracing a narrow wake in the rain before it can rest the juice man counters scoops it...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 9, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
I have a friend who’s dying and it’s all he ever talks about and stepping out into the ant colony trying not to be an ant rubbing the insides and resting gravity on the palm to keep balance then down the steps married to that feeling of feeling...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 8, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
After A strange kind of derailed calm holds sway after the worst weekend when we got the thumbs down after raising hopes of a child. After your call, crying into the mobile, after the miserly portions for lunch in the first rip-off place we could...
