by Helen Ivory | Dec 18, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Murmuration Snow rags thaw to a skylark scaling octaves of air, to a chill swallow christened sky and in the cut balsam bee gloved and pouting, seeds’ hooks and burs drifting to sun cracked shadow, to crocus yolk and fungus dew, daffodils’ choir...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 17, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Well There is no time to appear anything close to sentimental. Staring out the window, Concrete driveway, the empty light hangs. She said it was her favorite house. I didn’t know I was only here for a few days. A passenger passing through on...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 16, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Holland Street West We are two, but we lie folded together, a map no longer needed. Outside it rains: the cars make waves but we notice only to notice how outside is a far-away place. We fit contour to contour, frame to frame; we are a land to ourselves,...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 15, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Invocation whatever it was – the slow shutting off of your lighted capillaries, or the currents one by one unplugged between us, whatever stories we route to this aftermath – I couldn’t disable a sense of you alive in the mortuary, of you...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 14, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Morning Glory I thought of you this morning, as the sky turned pink and the light blossomed. As the world bloomed, breathed, and began again. Where is she? I wondered. What is she doing? Right now, at this moment? As I watch the blue shadows fade,...
