by Helen Ivory | Jul 23, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
from DIVING LESSONS Friday: death of God. Sunday: birth of body. i. Relocation Dive deeper into God: she’s relocated, bequeathing the heavens to faeries and astronauts. She’s chosen darkness: a sett under the ocean, a space at the pit of your belly; a...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 22, 2015 | 2015 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Leda plucks a swan Old now, the body that enchanted him grown coarse, how could he know her? Yet she knows him, this creature, even with fallen wings, eyes empty of desire. Not hers. She’s spent a lifetime finding what he stole from her, doing it...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 19, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
The Snobby Woman Pretends Not to See Me and sweeps her nose to the sky and sniffs moon dust and yoyos her eyelids like a freak show act and then looks away and I once had a doll with blinking eyes like that and her face and arms and legs...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 18, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
The Slate Museum Machinery peeled from sudden rain over the shoulder of black light the chwarel quarrel yr hen ddyn a’i hammer his chisel splitting the hard word to the grandfather clock I start to remember, this is the story of the girl and her...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 17, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Replete Enough of beauty – I have devoured small boats curtseying at anchor, green palace-dotted hills swarming the spice-scented shore of Asia Minor. I couldn’t chew another mouthful of waves, scything and winnowing light with the wash of...
