by Helen Ivory | Nov 25, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
I Live with Ghosts The whole house tips upside down like a cat it comes when it will. Corpuscle-like black shapes a chill across my skin, the obscenity of objects secret in their throats, the house like a broken limb. A coiled snake unwinding...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 24, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Oh, Thank You It’s quite beautiful, a very delicate porcelain well turned by a dedicated hand. The floral white and blue are my favorite colors, and the shape elegantly fuses form and function. I will forever treasure and take good care of...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 23, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Pont Désert This is municipal conscious uncoupling. A man will arrive in a hi-vis coat and load up a trolley with old love-tokens, sawn from their moorings, a fence full of trash. A crane will gloat over the heartless river. Oh, Seine-strollers,...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 22, 2015 | 2015 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Secondhand He lived a well-meaning secondhand life, pants and shirt and soul a hand-me-down, ideas and thoughts the spitting image of someone else’s until that day when old wares are thrown away, the growing becomes hard, and lips part to say...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 21, 2015 | 2015 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Sibling I helped my mother pick ripe gooseberries loaded with their bitter seeds. She straightened up rested her hand on her vast belly – my sun was blotted out. I saw my mother rushed to hospital in a screaming ambulance. Days later she came home...
