by Helen Ivory | Apr 22, 2016 | 2016 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
But During the Medicine Round A tablet missed the medicine pot and skittered across the clinic room floor. I picked it up, rolled it between my fingers. It was not a gelatine pod or a chalky pill. Thin, leathery roots hung from its bottom. Two...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 21, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Inch By Inch After his scalpel summer, with the wheelchair butting Edwardian doorways and my mother’s light-hearted exhaustion, my father built a nest against pain around his red armchair: Elmore Leonards stacked by the evening...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 20, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Countless Little Notes I wanted to represent the sound, not the person who was producing it, nor its metaphorical significance. It took me quite some time to come up with a solution: My solution was not to find a solution, but rather to...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 19, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Map-Making You live close to this land, map its contours as surely as your body’s own: secret parting of valley lips, arterial push of river into tide, the sticky rill of your own still water. Some days you plot another’s country, their muscle and...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 18, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Already it Has Risen The sun has already risen. It slashes merciless rays, Spreading vitamin D and radiation equally. The paint on the front door peels Under its ferocious examination. It pours through the keyhole Easy as milk. Nestling its shape...
