by Helen Ivory | Jul 26, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
A Canyon The perfect triangle of sea gently emerges from the canyon’s last curve, alluring, pubic, venereal, a promise of a congress as prolonged as the arc of the afternoon in the sky, of a union with the day enjoyed to the end of the evening’s...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 25, 2019 | 2019 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
If you don’t come back I will turn to the woods. To winter woods trees rising above their heap of leaves. I’ll turn to the hills that endure rain, flood, fog, snow and storm the worst winds and fires of full sun. I will follow the river that keeps on...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 24, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Mouse around There’s only two ways: Chasing or being chased, You know? Running towards or from. Can’t it be both? Yeah, if you’re on a spinning wheel. And aren’t you? Well, yeah… You are… But then so is the wheel on...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 23, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Home improvements Dark red bricks huddle off duty on the patio, coated in plasterer’s dust, knocked out of their wall like old teeth. An outburst of bird song enters our home – caught in the wonder of stereo my ears tilt towards the once...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 22, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Bishop Berkeley’s Theory of Abstraction Kim Brown (kim25071999@quiknet.com) Sat 5 Jan 2019 11:50 To: Alex Brown (alexkbrown1969@quiknet.com) Hi Dad, We had a lecture the other day on an eighteenth century...
