by Helen Ivory | Jan 26, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
65 in a 30 Wind pulls at what’s left of my hair, as we hurtle across the interstellar blackness of the Niagara River. Fools rush in to the lanes in front of me, reminders from God to slow the hell down. Toes kiss brakes, like Icarus into the...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 25, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Instructions for my Funeral 1. don’t you dare wear sadness like a scarf that doesn’t suit you. it will be enough having a broken pulse, don’t break my heart too. 2. don’t let the priest turn my memory into a list of virtues....
by Helen Ivory | Jan 23, 2016 | 2016 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Happy Some days he’s happy. On Thursdays, he’s happy. When I leave home on work days, wheel my bike from the shed, wave to him one last goodbye, he’s looking almost jaunty, wearing his favourite striped tie. On these days, he’s up early, sings on...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 22, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
I saw an elephant in my garage I saw an elephant in my garage And lordie be he was large He stuck his face up in mine And just stood there for a time …. I Was Looking Down the River I was looking down the river Or was it up I...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 21, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Van Diemen’s Land Shorn sheep swim in tawny grass. Scorched trees flame green. A hard road through the rocks to Port Arthur. Windows barred and roof open the Penitentiary rears up, a broken mill behind hoardings. A ferry shows tourists the...
