by Helen Ivory | Sep 5, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
I think I feared the morning I think I feared the morning. As if it would drop on me like a planet; as if the first light would wring me from sleep; as if it would play every ache my limbs had been ribboned sleepless with in sadistic symphony; as...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 4, 2019 | 2019 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Run through the flowers white, on the water’s edge the little boat will take you to a headless woman pale beneath the moonlight arms outstretched Madelaine Culver is a freelance writer and proofreader with a background in arts...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 3, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Fate I step over a penny in the street Dad you can’t leave it there bring it home save it it’s bad luck if you don’t Okay honey I didn’t know I pick it up promptly & drop it through a sewer grate Dad no! she stops and stares her hand over her...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 2, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Goldilocks She wafted in like a nymph, charmed us with her grace, her birch-pale skin, hair the liquid gold of butter, melted on a silvered tongue. Neither aloof nor overbearing we folded her in hugs, shared our bowls and our picnic rugs, as we...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 1, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Vanity I suppose that’s what it must be, to assume that I would have chapbooks out my ears by now. to assume that the girls who come will want to stick around a dirty apartment just because I am there. to assume that a face full of scars (I...
