by Helen Ivory | Apr 30, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
Train Kept a-Rollin’ Elvis has been reincarnated as a lizard and suns himself on rocks in the Gobi Desert loses his drug-soaked tail once every new moon he is a female lizard Robert Beveridge makes noise (xterminal.bandcamp.com) and writes...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 29, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
Priesthole to hide a priest like a fox was a risky business (pursuivant) in the large double room, I am stretched upon the bed working the cradle of a line covert he says his prayers whilst I a creeping Jesus turn my hand to chimera, the creak upon the stairs I...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 28, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
The Informer I’ll never forget Chip’s enormous right thumb, directed toward me, as he turned in response to Mrs. Laird’s question about my desk mate, Robert: “Who told him the answers?” I’ll never forget the jerk of my own torso, the pop of her hand against my...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 27, 2017 | 2017 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Cross Country A reluctant concession For those of insufficient bulk Or violent disposition To take part in the awful Battle of blood and mud Laughingly referred to As a game. Unsupervised Our route wound Far away from The killing fields Past gasworks And...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 26, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
I am wearing layers and do not shiver Thin light. You expect me to kneel down and put my head on the block. Legend: Anne Boleyn was given the mercy of a sharp sword, and skill, a swift blow. A trial where the witch is not allowed to speak. Something mediaeval...
