by Helen Ivory | Jan 20, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
A Nocturne Love Cantata She always preferred the sun, of course, cream lilies, river stones ground and polished into lucky orbs carried in her pockets that she would finger like rosary beads and send up smoky prayers for answers regarding love....
by Helen Ivory | Jan 19, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Factor 30 Sunscreen brings a lasagne of memories. My parents walk where white houses decorate the coast, like a cake made of sand, they eat Mediterranean food, and ice cream with beaches after I was alone this morning, left to remember the trips...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 18, 2016 | 2016 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Three Years The night seems friendly, almost kind. Is it because you’re here, I wonder, standing on the edge of things, your pretty toes firmly present? You do not speak. But I do. I confess my love over and over. Everything I do confesses...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 17, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Trinkets My Mother’s a lover of purple From earrings to bracelets and rings She coos at the sight of a mauve hat And various violet-y things. Her amethyst tanzanite jewelry Adorns her fingers and wrists If anyone’s wearing “her...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 16, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
May 2014 If you were rain you’d drop round every day tapping at my window like a stalker. Moon blocked with that shrouding puffa jacket. On nights like this when my drained thoughts, too dry to even steam, patter to your corner of the brain,...
