by Helen Ivory | Jan 31, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Winter Journey Rails snake over the snow to some distant point in op-arctic strokes; narrow, neglected ledges are now bright diagonals framing buildings, fixing whole backdrops of dull brick in relief. Dumps, coal heaps are hidden and all the...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 30, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Sometimes a Woman Sometimes a woman leaves a man for another man or just leaves. Sometimes a woman leaves a man by staying with him after saying something he can’t forget though she has no idea what she may have said that makes him forget she is...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 29, 2016 | 2016 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Exhalations after Liz Berry Hot, the rhythm of our exhalations is a pigeon flock disturbed. Without reference, my dialect is unplaced so swap me your snicket for a cut and I’ll lend you my bones like brittle spires, help you find a...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 28, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Horses of Construction Mane bristle-rigid, the black pony drives hooves fast into red ground, resists the pull. In the fruit garden, every tree is in a row and bowed low with stone fruit. Beyond velvet plums and fizzy moon along the dark wall...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 27, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
At Ernestine’s instead of the funeral Two black trees a pair of charred hands hiding the bungalow’s pebble face. Ernestine in the doorway. Inside, my eye catches her step as she kicks off teal slippers: dead spider a brown bow stuck to her bare...
