by Helen Ivory | Jul 26, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
The Echo Chamber Every night I listen to a man going mad it starts with the moving of wardrobes the wincing cry through thin plasterboard, a building crescendo of expletives repeated again and again – At the voices that surround him, Every...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 25, 2017 | Reviews
Dawn Bauling is the current editor of The Dawntreader and Sarasvati poetry magazines and co-editor of Indigo Dreams Publishing with a long list of poetry awards. Shippen is also the title of the opening poem in Dawn’s second poetry collection, this poem sets...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 24, 2017 | 2017 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
time songs 1. night is unstable sometimes it rolls over you in the dark & flattens a secret population this thing this incessancy is a traitor.it counts to twenty-four & starts again 2 there is no time counting i’m slowly becoming dead like all the others hung...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 23, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
Magic Hand The mind is a box of tricks. Fooled by his play of hide-the-rabbit, it tells you there is an ace up that sleeve. Or a bunch plucked from nothing into a burst of sham finery. He saws you in half while you smile, hangs a dove from his fingers,...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 22, 2017 | 2017 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Is Is what it is. This is not symbol. I am not moving ideas about these lines. The birds speak truth to the wind as plain as they can. It does not mean something else. It is what they say it is. Don’t look for any- thing more. ...
