by Helen Ivory | Jun 14, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
The First day I Felt Good The first day I felt good my eyes walked through the rain that was beyond the window. There was a man outside. He was staring in. He was staring inside. This man, we’ll call him David. David is his name. He was outside,...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 13, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Insect Destiny Butterflies follow their own invisible Nazca lines drawn by Insect Destiny or just the wind, searching, drinking, mating, dying. Squint and imagine the lacy electric lines drawn out in the daylight by those painted wings. ...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 12, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
poem in red this is a poem in red and my hands are shaking and my bed is not a bed and I lay still and I think of dreaming and I think I’m dreaming and the yellow walls are not yellow until the sun is on time and reveals that they are filthy piss...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 11, 2015 | 2015 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
The Un-Mother The clouds of a new dawn whisper around me – or are they nurses? The blue firmament is a light-rattled ceiling; the lighthouse of the doctor shines above me. My body is a reef – it is growing from me. I have octopus arms and legs; this bed cannot...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 10, 2015 | 2015 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
At Morrison’s He tells me this is how it feels to come back from the dead; a jolt, like tripping over the raised corner of a paving slab, tasting dirt and grit and finding how strong gravity is. I tell Jim I need specifics I need specifics....
