by Helen Ivory | May 7, 2019 | Haibun, Tanka, Haiku & Haiga
hugging mother’s urn inner child steps over sidewalk cracks * first grey hairs he stands on his hands before making love * pew pew some homely holiness aims at us * talking to a snake we discover just skin shed skin...
by Helen Ivory | May 6, 2019 | 2019 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Bid for Freedom If I could gain the freedom of my mind, my God! I’d map its streets out like a town and then explore those alleyways that wind that never could be charted or pinned down. I’d race full tilt to scale its highest towers then leaping...
by Helen Ivory | May 5, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
and then death and then death came and lived with us behind the peeling paint in the night-whistle of a train inside light bulbs dark between your legs it curved around your hips floated lightly, under falling brown leaves it rested in the dark...
by Helen Ivory | May 4, 2019 | 2019 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Because we have few means, of dealing with the night, a door crashes open. Closes. with a woman standing barefoot at the airport, in pajamas and handcuffs with isolated instances. Rogue police officers have never been isolated, or dealt with in...
by Helen Ivory | May 3, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Waterfall There’s a terror in its stillness, The way you cannot pick a spot and follow it to gauge speed or strength. The way it just is. The way it seems to stand like a pillar of a Greek Temple that outlasts the walls or ceilings as if it was...
