by Helen Ivory | Nov 5, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
First Things First: The Telegrams Let’s be clear—stop All must be concrete—stop green house emergency each 3rd Tuesday—stop Prometheus and Kiki keep tobacco on a leash—stop Seven pies must be 100% free ‘n accessible during a beautiful day—stop...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 4, 2015 | 2015 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
bringing it home outside the pub the trees shone gold then ruby as the sun tried to leave. I held it up for long moments, clutching at its rays and its power to melt cars, helping them morph into the shapes of distant hills, or clouds looking out at the...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 3, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Nocab My mum wouldn’t eat bacon. God had said you weren’t supposed to and so my dad wrote it backwards on the shopping list. That way the Jewish neighbours wouldn’t know we bought the things they bought backwards too. I liked it crisp, reddened,...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 2, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Rosebush If we could, for a moment, Forget all the sounds and colors, All thoughts and desires And experience then the touch of fingers. Softness would begin the senses. Remember what it felt like, True loves first kiss, or handhold? Much like...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 1, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Calm the top right of the moon is missing no light exists between here and there not in the long divide the absence the gaps between stars the billion mile emptiness between match-head flickers and inside me I feel space between atoms the...
