by Helen Ivory | May 7, 2016 | 2016 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
The Find At the garage sale I smiled when I saw Emily Dickinson’s selected poems. Didn’t I have this edition at home? Inside it read: To Marie. Friends forever. Love, Alice. I was Alice—that was my handwriting. Was the woman in the lawn chair, watching...
by Helen Ivory | May 6, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Covalent Bonding In the end I couldn’t compete with the intermolecular pull that drew you to her. Me, the less reactive one – bookish, inert, our bond replaced by her sizzling reactivity. The day I overheard in the common room...
by Helen Ivory | May 5, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Rowan Tough-wood and feather half in flight ; bent as a dark fork. The late of the year spots her with blood berries crouching against the wind. The blasted daughter of the high North, tryst with the harsh sleet, dark as a blind splinter. ...
by Helen Ivory | May 4, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
A picture of the Carrer Pescadors A photo of my old street, in the rain; Sandstone grim, the summer’s sudden Treachery marked upon it As knuckles dent a cheek. I can feel the weight of that sky Wet treasure, and the trees, pushed by The downpour...
by Helen Ivory | May 3, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Thoughts I was watching Bruce Lee Blindfolded He was twirling His nunchucks With such blinding speed That it was a whirl Like formless vapor A man was standing Exactly three feet away In his trembling mouth Was a cigarette Bruce did a back flip...
