by Helen Ivory | Oct 15, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Happy Birthday, Dear Madame Blavatsky She didn’t think things could get much better. Madame Blavatsky blew out all the candles on the cake, closed her eyes and wished. Each of the encircling adepts...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 14, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Right Now Right now would be good. If you don’t mind. I’ve been waiting a while. A typhoon of time. Awful, rolling hills and burning distant meadows. Gut spills and floating shadows. Pink clouds in the city, edged with dirt. Sweat stains in the...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 13, 2016 | 2016 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Blues I The creature found me in Hensol Forest during my sixteenth summer I didn’t eat anything that wasn’t blueberry flavoured for two weeks and three days It lived in a wood cabin with a log fire and floorboards that creaked under my weight We...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 12, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
minotaur I monster interred in this endlessness 0f millstone lowest of light & slimy slip snubbles and inchety scrittles they’re poor distraction I wait to feel the air waver from prayerbleats and panic blunderings so easy to track then come amusetime...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 11, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
All Aboard the Death Train She felt nothing on the train, squashed between Uncle Harry in his drooping black trousers and her old Bubby, who moaned aloud in Yiddish, raising her voice to Yahweh, “Vat the hell is going on? We done nothing...
