by Helen Ivory | Jul 13, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
Grief A blue evening in a blue room once in a blue moon. Wolves, on an outcrop and the sun beats down and the grass grows high and all the dead people milling about in the sky. All it takes is for one of them to reach down a hand and help the boy out of the...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 12, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
” The gruel they gave you was a poisoned mash” “The gruel they gave you was a poisoned mash. You sleep until the dreams give way to cramps. They bind your hands, and clean your mouth with ash. There’s a grim curve to all those bowls of lamps,...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 12, 2017 | 2017 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry, Word & Image
Fox-wife When I told you I’d trick the moon right out of the sky and into your wine, your eyes said I couldn’t be trusted; you knew my kind that come on the breeze, under the crow’s wing, when hope needs us the most. My hands are...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 11, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
Troubling the Absinthe Set the flame and drip water through the sugar brick, protect yourself against the sickness. Let the green fairy dance & dart between your eyes, dropping beautiful lies. Hide like a résistance...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 10, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
Heading Home Like a blizzard snowflake white, pure and free my spirit rushes about heading towards earth then gusting up yearning for home golden light reflecting heaven off my crystal edges Gregg Dotoli studied English at Seton Hall...
