by Helen Ivory | Apr 12, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Jumper He first appeared only in an eye corner, the image flickering through my open window like a lightning bolt would’ve, bold, yet fleeting enough to seem unreal. Any mortal would’ve failed, and glissaded down those greasy, pangolin-scale...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 10, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Noise Is in-betweenness a curse or calling? This is my shelter. Acceptance alters the map, boundaries erupt, erase just like that. The mind fans this fire: give me a furnace with no fan. Chasing cume they chase my misgivings.TV is home. Decibels...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 9, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Fine Winter Rain Flea swarm hiss on cold paunch face Gilds hairs by feathered grain; A hush and grace Fleck wash all place Enduring spry fine winter rain. Born and raised in Somerset, Ash Dean has been writing poetry...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 8, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Fig What happens in the alleys of the multiple green dark womb
of a fig’s synconia? Home for a tiny wasp to lay eggs in convoluted penetrations. Gulping dream-eaters hatch. As new wasps they fossick, lure, and in the swollen presence of...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 7, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Silence Is A Yes Today I apprentice in a tunnel so dark I can only feel the rats Scurry across my feet You told me silence is a yes But I didn’t believe you In Paris we counted blue cars And pigeons liked your perfume Your mother hated me But she...
