by Helen Ivory | Jul 3, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
The Art of Push and Pull “Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!” Joseph despairs. “Do you ever just, shut up?” Clomp. Clomp. Clomp. SLAM. His wife pulls away in the silver Audi. From the basement flat below, Jenny perfects her wine-stained smile in a...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 2, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
A Few Words about Nothing in Particular Yesterday – first of July – Diana Spencer Would have turned 52, for some This is hard to remember now, But she died in a car crash nearly Sixteen years ago, and her sons, Brother, philandering...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 1, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Printed in 1994 I was drinking beer and reading a poetry book printed by black sparrow press in 1994 the year K.C blew his head off with a shotgun when I reached the glass my left hand hit it and beer spilled on the pages like a rising tide the...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 30, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Brown Velvet Suit Ever hopeful, I bought a new frock – navy-blue, elegant, chic, and sensed a frisson of excitement as we dressed, but the vision before me was a shock… I never imagined a brown velvet suit. He looked like a sleazy actor from a low...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 29, 2013 | Haibun, Tanka, Haiku & Haiga
Five Haiku summer air thickens two fruit bats make love under the streetlight numb about love the honeybee rejects its first flower first spider on the moon – he on my yellow bathroom wall Roman arch...
