by Helen Ivory | Aug 22, 2017 | 2017 poetry picks, Haibun, Tanka, Haiku & Haiga
TIME, GENTLEMEN, TIME CARMODY: We ought not take too long describing the winds or the leaves that dance along them. Ah. BLIGHT: What the older man knows. That’s my objective. Then you tell the truth, when you shift your...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 21, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
Pavement Legs running, legs running to the far end Of the street, echoing stampede of feet After feet. Down again, up again, gather, Disperse. My sister comes over first. Others follow. A bike wheel skids up. The rider eying me like a dull pet,...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 20, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
I’m at a party somewhere in Brazil not the sit down one or the dancing one but the one where you’re stood up and the waiters come round and serve you little things on trays so you feel like some sort of posh giant when you eat them and...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 19, 2017 | 2017 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Mr. Wrong Can’t wear the red velvet skirt I love the hem won’t cover bruised knees, can’t talk—shouldn’t talk—to family don’t need them asking me again ‘why don’t you just leave?’ If the roast isn’t on the table at five o’clock sharp, then he’ll finish...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 18, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
Gargoyles When their hearts and bodies ached, they imagined beings able to transcend toil only love made tolerable; and the hurt embryonic wings unfurling from sore shoulders reluctantly, like new Horse Chestnut leaves. More cloister bat than angel,...
