by Helen Ivory | Sep 27, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
The One that Got Away They said it was a slow day in personal fitness. They said it was a lorry going by. But when love walked in wearing his Tuesday suit The photocopiers started reproducing, immaculately, Perfect versions of the same vacancy;...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 26, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
I Went To Space With Leo DiCaprio We fell in love in space, but then quickly fell out again, we divorced in space, which made things awkward, In space everything is thinner, I looked like a supermodel, that’s probably why he fell in love...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 25, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
A Neighborhood of Vertebrae This sky is a sunny place unless you’re somewhere else, a cloudy place if your face is chattering in the rain. I like to think it would be as easy as saying “I’ve had enough pain, leave my body,” and it...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 24, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Lyric Poetry I met a traveller from a land Down Under, who said: “What passing-bells for those who die With the lights out? It’s less dangerous Where Angels fear to tread. I grow old, I grow old, O sweet child o’ mine! I want a Hero; an uncommon...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 23, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
To Oscar On the river bed of night I have laid with a pebble pressed into a middle vertebrae, where spades paddled my ribs, I awake. Last year’s dinner gong reverberates in my ears my nose is red, my hair seems further receded, belly more big...
