by Helen Ivory | May 23, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
The book of death Each night I craft the perfect poem a device for sleep or when I wake in those dark hours to find the world a fearful place I think of rhymes and common measure this morning only a fragment just the perfect title ...
by Helen Ivory | May 22, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Red Lightning A sprawl of light takes over the night’s horizon. The authorities are quick to shoot down theories that it’s something otherworldly or problematic. There isn’t very much below us or above us— it turns out we were short-sighted once...
by Helen Ivory | May 20, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
A Consensus One bright morning in December, the court agreed unanimously that: the former prime minister was two months dead; he was guilty of treason in absentia; he had committed suicide while awaiting trial; he had died suddenly in prison; he...
by Helen Ivory | May 19, 2019 | 2019 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Aztec Love Song for Uprooted Flowers I carry them to your house on my back, uprooted flowers. I am bent double with the weight of them, of women torn from the soil, their roots mud stem and sepal crushed I carry them. I carry their scent, the...
by Helen Ivory | May 18, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Bird on a Branch A bird poised on a branch asked the moon lover for the number of lives she had left before she died. She plumed her feathers like a canopy & tried to breathe free. The smog was thick the drone was loud & the current of...
