by Helen Ivory | Jan 5, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
* wet dawn a field rabbit hides in blanket flower * blood moon trains rumble the gloom * morning dew a toad lazes in garden shadow * magic moon the mercurial eyes of the owl Anna Cates resides in Ohio with her two cats and teaches English...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 4, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Fireball The baby fattens quickly as a lamb, puts four pounds on in a month. She’s a tiny fireball: her constant cries flare brightly night and day. I make her fennel tea and wash away my milk from where it runs into the creases in her neck. My...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 3, 2016 | 12 days 2015
On January 3rd I will pause as I usually do before cracking the hard cover and checking whether my birthday falls on a weekend and then some random stuff like how many cubic centimetres equal a cubic inch or the currency in Sweden and so meander...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 2, 2016 | 12 days 2015
Smokeless Zone Without chimney pots the sooty mythology of Father Christmas would be written out and B&E escapades redefine Santa as cheap housebreaker. Milk and biscuits would be daubed with anti-theft paint and stark posters ask “have...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 1, 2016 | 12 days 2015
Man in a Red Hat on a Promenade After Girl in a Red Hat on a Promenade by L.S. Lowry The Stray Café, on your year’s first day, is open for new business, it’s accepting accents and tolerating glyphs, this pop-up soiree consists of any plausible forte,...
