by Helen Ivory | Apr 6, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Shut the Window You asked me once if I would shut the window, I stood up as calmly as possible and complied. The room grew heavy with our intended silence, though the world outside continued its rush and roar. Moments passed us by...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 5, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Once More, For Betzabe Are you happy? Is the wind blowing within you? Does a mourning dove rest on your shoulder? Do you wear in your lapel murmurs and caresses of your mother? Are you conversant...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 4, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Americans are Baffled to Discover People Who Do Not Want To Improve Themselves There are French cds to listen to and all six volumes of Proust to read An exhibit that opened on the 14th about the work of a great writer who wrote great...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 3, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
On Any Given Day She’s on the only rock still standing, tide rolling in around her. She’s at the edge of the land, the very tip of what’s solid underfoot. Waves slap on either side with such ferocity but she remains so calm,...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 2, 2014 | Interviews
Gamete When you talk about the children you’d rather have with the future instead of my body – the mirror, the basin, the walls go. I feel the black-pink dark of a shutting rose. Blank knocking of spines in the night, back to...
