by Helen Ivory | Jul 6, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Selbstliebe is touching my own skin for it not hiss back at me. to pull apart my own heart see the worms of anxiety and doubt inside mages that keep me rolling out of bed every day. To look into my ears for the sounds you were called when my...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 5, 2016 | 2016 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Psalm 19 To the Fathers at the Paris Seminary Jean-Marie Beurel, Priest, Church of the Good Shepherd, Singapore On still days, when this meridian city becomes an image of itself – masts hung with cloud on the water, sky turned to stone above white...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 4, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Skywriting in that gray cloudlessness between cyan and cornflower, our words became ice, steel wings barreling to the edge of escape James Croal Jackson is a writer based in Columbus, Ohio. Find out more at jimjakk.com...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 3, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Sunday Keeps up its show of bells clasped hands wears the scent of roasts takes the long way round killjoy that calls time early and dutifully sips Lapsang with great aunts withering in coastal towns drags itself through stop-in evenings of genteel...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 2, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
The hardest kid in school sat with bins in corners, invisible as chewing gum, his arms changing colour; indigo to violet; his xylophone ribs practising hollow melodies and his school tie choking as he’s flipped down pinball corridors. He spent...
