by Helen Ivory | Oct 21, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Our padded white rooms I am In a room I’ve built myself Four straight walls One floor One ceiling And day after day, I wake up feeling Day after day, I wake up feeling, feeling Potentially lovely Perpetually human Suspended and open Regina...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 20, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Drinking electricity Next door, the light from a television through the window, always the light from a television and nothing more, no sign of anything that isn’t drinking electricity or running on battery acid and brake fluid, no sign of the good earth...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 19, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
The Long Walks Now that the rains of August have passed there are the long walks into autumn, the even longer leavetakings with the dead, the ever lengthening shadows, the unimaginable apotheoses of late flowering plants, the off and on worrying...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 18, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Lonely Train Sat, on a train, I watch my reflection in the glass. Because that’s what everybody does in a train poem. Unless they’re looking at the girl in the opposite seat. They do that to wonder where she’s going and ponder on how they’ll never...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 17, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Never Never is a long time lots of things happen before Never is over Remember all the triumphs once predicted to happen Never happened sooner than later I dread that never however long may still wind up being shorter than Someday I need to hope that...
