by Helen Ivory | Jun 8, 2016 | 2016 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
We didn’t know we were poor Sometimes we went hungry. Mother made dandelion salad and stingy-nettle soup. Potatoes and carrots in water with salt. Mother had been on the train again to visit farmer Ruttenberger. Left our last silver flatware with...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 7, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Maggie, is that you? Lake house I feel so glacial inside of your architecture it’s like you don’t know me at all sometimes the window doesn’t let in much light as if we were always destined to meet each other in the dark taking cover the...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 6, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Hagler would run backwards in his army boots Because that’s how half of the fight would go, on the back foot. Such logic. Don’t lose power, keep your balance even on the temporary retreat. So on his training runs, alone in the cold darkness...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 5, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
* zen he went to the market zen he came home * waves swell and rise to a crest then flip and froth lathering the rocky bald-headed shore for a morning shave * fish sticks in the river Wayne F. Burke’s haiku and tanka have appeared in High...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 3, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Learning to Drive Just take the mountain curves as tightly to the inside and as fast as surface conditions permit and the road’s edge or yellow center line allow my father was saying, concentrating on my desire to learn all the secrets of driving....
