by Helen Ivory | Feb 25, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Bolivia Plays in the World Cup I become myself that summer. The summer of drinking api, baking dulce de leche cakes with my sister and playing football with my brother. It is June and anything is possible. My mamita makes us api and buñuelos as...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 24, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
The Snow The snow is terrible this year. The road towards the library takes longer than usual. I keep the books home, waiting, for the roads to clear up. Buses drag by, with chains on their wheels leaving long monotonous marks. Smell...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 23, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Isolation Experiment I play solitaire for hours, soothed by the patterns of wooden balls. This waiting is a perfect science. I have everything I need to measure the transition of my body from one moment to the next. If I could count how many average...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 22, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Push I noticed the old man before he noticed me. He was sitting on the swing, looking up into the dusk, and the swing was moving gently. ‘Are you okay?’ I asked and he looked at me, turned his wrinkles into a smile and nodded. ‘What are...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 21, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Positively Negative I simply couldn’t Visualize Positive thinking seekers To attend my Positive thinking group Which meant my Positive thinking group Like a Town crier on the moon Left Vibrating barren craters Not Positive thoughts At all ...
