by Helen Ivory | Dec 20, 2015 | 2015 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Eleven Years Tasted Like a Thousand Year Old Chinese Egg eleven years tasted like a thousand-year old Chinese egg doorway cracked windows rusted at the seams– the nights grew thin and red summer gripped me in its fist then winter tricked your shadows into...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 19, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Al Hillah The young woman is smiling in my photograph. She points to a picture of her father. He is smiling, but he was murdered. The young woman is smiling in my photograph. She points to a picture of her brother. He is smiling, but he was...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 18, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Likeness Paint cakes the bristles in thick lumps It tears It pulls It refuses to detach The sink bleeds slowly In slate grey In Blue Lake In Red Ochre In Yellow Light On the table the painting lies Fields are blocks Skies are bare Trees are lines...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 17, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Dog’s Eye On our way to Quebec City, Alex decides to track down a friend from his past life so we turn off the highway and drive through the suburbs of Longueil until we find this guy’s apartment, off-white and dingy. Sylvain answers...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 16, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Hemlock This evening, I am ordering hemlock Over ice In a rocks glass From the bar at the hotel Compromising with the barman, Agave will do Poisoning myself with south Texas With denial With faith and flags and family I am poisoning myself with...
