by Helen Ivory | Jan 12, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
I Have This Condition I’m invisible. Okay-not invisible in the conventional sense of the word but I can walk by a small group of other women whispering and they don’t bother to stop or even slow down their muckraking. I go to the ladies and pass a...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 11, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Touching Poem You are being manipulated. It’s all right because I know exactly what I‘m doing. I’ve done this before. Manipulation’s not a bad thing. It’s just handling which is simply another word for touching. Sort of. ...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 10, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
A Light Bulb Bursts Electricity rains like broken glass, holding ideas too expansive to ignite. Air absorbs the shattered, breathes like gasoline. Somewhere in shadow, a switch is primed for contact with a print that desires to burn the world....
by Helen Ivory | Jan 9, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Pilgrimage We sat on Porlock hill in the brunt face of the Atlantic, the cairn scattered with your ashes a year ago and a week, approached with wide eyes and open shoulders; reached the peak in warmth – a swimmer warms herself in channel. When we...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 8, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Madeline Madeline, She was born In summertime, with Rainbow smoke pouring out from her mouth Like journeys in the sky. Doves danced in her hair. Who would know What was to happen next? She lived in a chapel Of glass walls. And God was like A...
