by Helen Ivory | Aug 7, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Bluest Eyes I was born the wrong sex on the opposite coast of where I was conceived, connived, contrived to be brought into this world. God told my father many things about me that proved to be lies. God, my nemesis brought the belt down on...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 6, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
heat of the day fattening on the sidewalk my shadow * fresh scents honey bee wild flowers buzzing, buzzing * county fair a taste of elephant ears beside the blue tent * seedlings I upset a little soil...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 5, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Telescope You are an upward line a vertical dash, binary in the distance and me the O, when you’re striding towards me I watch you, moving undoing the day leased, like someone else’s you slide long seconds into my...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 4, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Jam Making She runs a finger across the back, of the wooden spoon warm tracks through skin. All instinct here, no thermometer, just sugar and fruit staining the fingers, bloodying the mouth. Autumn fugs the kitchen golden...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 3, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Counting Sheep Single figures and your imagination has them as vague outlines, the cracked artex of the ceiling standing in for a fence. Double figures and you’ve mapped out the rest of the farm, a swathe of woodland over the bedroom...
