by Helen Ivory | Sep 29, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Hot Coffee For Hot Days – For the Café Mediterraneum, Berkeley, CA My readied latte lazes on a sun-soaked, sugarcoated counter whose marble mimes of Kennecott malachite, one among a straightened row of caffé lattes venting steam, awaiting their respective...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 28, 2016 | 2016 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
£3.56 Trotsky took the bus to the other side of town for his friend’s birthday. The birthday was torn up by children running around homemade ponds in hand-me-down trunks and chocolate covered faces. Trotsky had become annoyed by the exponential rate of...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 27, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Fire Once upon a time, there was a girl who wanted to learn to sing like fire. She sat in front of the fire continually, mesmerised by its rhythm, its high notes and its pianissimo. She was wondering, could this be my life? She knew it’d...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 26, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
* New potatoes Buried in darkness, but umbilically linked to a mother husk, seven pearly potatoes must surrender to the spade. * Found objects Watch how willow twigs, translucent feathers, lichen, fine hairs are woven into model coracles harboured high...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 25, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
In the sauna We are no longer surprised pleased aroused by our bodies. In the dark heat steam is a salving poultice drawing pain. I see disappointments trickle down your back on the way to acceptance. My breast leaks droplets of salty suffering that hang...
