by Helen Ivory | Oct 26, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Do Not Be Afraid Above you, in the sky, a mockingbird attacks a hawk who has flown too near its nest. The hawk soars up, followed by the mockingbird who taps it again and again, as if to choose a new direction for the hawk until the hawk...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 25, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
This is What We Find This is what we find when we go outside: Roads melting in the heat; Half-naked teenage boys kicking footballs in the street; The Indian kids playing cricket in the park, Grass darkening their otherwise Immaculate whites. “Hey, do you...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 24, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
* They lie with the wild honeysuckle, dip their hair and toes in sunshine. * A sliver of time – her inhale, his blink – silence vibrates around them. * She holds both the clock’s hands, wrests Time to a stop, while he rests in her arms. * The longest minutes of...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 23, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Two Humming Birds I phone the accountant, answer emails, tidy the flat, put papers away in the file where they belong. From my desk, I hear the birds speaking their messages, the neighbor putting away cups and plates on the shelf where they...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 22, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Artifaction His early days are so far gone that few recall just what a troublemaking teen became this hard and steady man. They view him only now, see only new routines. Their iron expectations leave no doors for his escape. The past once nurtured him,...
