by Helen Ivory | Apr 1, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
Paper Man At first, paper man, I admired your cutting edge, Your inability to be anything more than See-through. I noticed you Folding in certain situations. I thought it was your nature. I watched you crumple, Poor screwed-up you, And I cried and...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 31, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
Bourbon Street Black as the Blues, too hot to sweat, a man steps through a melt of light, wears black, a hat, a caution of brogues set up by a pair of Sammy Davis shades. Back-to-back pianos drum-roll a dungeon note. A voice: It’s Charlie and the tray....
by Helen Ivory | Mar 30, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
Comfrey The first result was controversial so said the search engine, I think in a baritone voice. Then growing tips: 1. In someone’s shadow 2. Wetness needed (I think the article was implying sweat as wetness) but nothing about calcium C....
by Helen Ivory | Mar 29, 2017 | 2017 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
My grandmother teaches me Her flat swings through the mirrored door and we are wafted with mothballs. Her nylons hiss when she crosses her legs. Her shoes are mauve, with little heels. I trawl my fingers in the deeps of the rug, stir talcum...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 28, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
Pilates Retreat to Amazonia In focus – the edges of things – Like wiry mangroves, I contract to my toes imitating branches crooked bends. A backbreaking stance fixed there, melded in the earth while an aroma of poisonous fungus whistles through my...
