by Helen Ivory | Oct 12, 2017 | 2017 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
The Chocolate Parliament In summer the facade drips sweet brown sweat. Tourists like to nibble the carvings, especially the gargoyles speckled with raisins and almonds. It’s tastiest around election time when the walls soften in the heat of...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 11, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
I Never Had it So Good Floating upside down in my private ocean in a translucent body bag all my needs were met. Though my knees were crammed against my belly, I enjoyed slow-motion somersaults like the Apollo 7 astronauts. I kept my ears pressed...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 10, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
Daedalus After Knossos The maze is now a seashell’s spiral threaded by an ant, a miniature Ariadne searching for honey, as if sun-touching ambitions are drowned in an ocean and grief has compacted Daedalian ingenuity to an ever-diminishing point, the...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 9, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
From Michel Onfray’s Before Silence: a year’s haiku Spring 9 Sea’s iris Wheat’s golden blond Milk-white skin. Saturday, 6th April, 4.29 p.m. In nostalgia for being, far from nothingness At my desk 10 A shiny worm In the palm of my hand Light of...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 8, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
today the truck ahead has one brake light that works duck taped to the tailgate of its tipper where white plastic bags blow around in the slipstream he’s indicating drawing out of the junction, blue smoke signals at his...
