by Helen Ivory | Jul 18, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Anonymous, Barrow-in-Furness He starts early, wheels jagging channels in the loam, churns his way back and forth, north to south, in a whirlwind of gulls and hummingbird angels darting and seeking, wings skinny with frost. No one is watching. He...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 17, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Missing: Moth Cabinet No. 3 (Sphingidae) After the Sphingidae disappeared, he sensed them back to light like Newton, stared at the pale until bodies floated into his retina. His eyes became wings, they flittered back and forth from detail to...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 16, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Not God’s Angels These angels Are better than god’s angels Instead of hovering Invisible, untouchable They are angels of true flesh Of painful joints Unafraid to face This world’s emptiness Born in Zagreb, Croatia Ana Lena Stipancic...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 15, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Waking Up An uneasy sleep, You wake up with a start, But there’s this dull throbbing Inside your head which refuses to go. A cup of tea grows cold On your bedside table. Inconsistency. They are playing Beatles next door. But to you it seems...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 14, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
As It Was The clearing where you stand on tiptoes you never stood The trees you flick between mark a trail we never followed The wind tugs at that purple dress you never wore The smile you run back to me to give you never smiled That secret...
