by Helen Ivory | Aug 28, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Call from Hadassah How was the Safari? It was amazing, giraffe and zebra and those jumpy things we couldn’t identify so called them gazantelope. What’s your hotel like? It’s like a prison with bars on the window but alright really – cold in the...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 27, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
from THE POETRY OF ERIC B. ESCHELAS The Book “Come, wet book, dearest receiver of little gifts. I didn’t believe her when she said you would lift the world a little closer. “I carried you to the sky on wings, sprouted from my cyclops eye....
by Helen Ivory | Aug 26, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Grand-Great Born old as fairytale, I believed, villages lived in the broken throated burr of your voice Seamstress I heard the tall tale of the needle, carelessly dropped, that made a decade long journey through your shin You lived in a tin house...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 25, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
I For assuming that I am the most important person in the human race, the gods have announced demotion of my I to lower case. i have not been told when this will take place, but by stating that, i realise now there is no need. i have begun my sentence in the...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 24, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
the garden of gethsemane i can taste the first of a few scotches i think two weeks away from a job a man can get too used to freedom but one day back can strip it all away and leave his dignity hanging by the noose and then she comes in she looks...
