by Helen Ivory | Jul 9, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
Limerence They met in the aisle between the lentils and the tomato puree. It was a chance encounter; nothing had been planned. The look on her face when she saw him, almost shock, before it turned into a smile. They talked about the summer and how she...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 8, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
Worried Leaves two green leaves were taken by the wind from a flourishing garden they flight away thinking how much the flourishing garden would change after their left nothing happened and the garden is still green and the wind is still taking worried...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 7, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
In the Beginning In the beginning, there was a primordial ooze. And in this ooze was everything there was, is, and ever will be. God (small ‘g’) saw this and decided it was in need of some help. There was welter, there was waste, and there was disorder....
by Helen Ivory | Jul 6, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
Because you too have lost the one you loved You’ve grown a beard since last we met in the underpass, John: an unruly grief-beard, ragged with rage. It looks to me like a sign. Washed and neatly skirted as I am, I long for it to be mine. It might just as well be...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 5, 2017 | Prose & Poetry, Word & Image
Molasses & Snow In spite of the art class On Desecration I cannot vandalize but cut out a copied inscription A une ex-Canadienne to paste above my mother’s face & shoulders which rest on a plinth of text highlighted yellow|Such a surprise...
