by Helen Ivory | Apr 26, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
A Desirable Location the dead dug themselves up from the graveyard moved their housing over the nearby hill so they’d have a view out beyond the cliff to where sea winds lift waves high above grey-white cliffs the dead buried themselves deep under the...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 25, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Autopsy Below the towering one hundred foot canopy of river oaks and an understory of dogwoods is the brown skeleton of a dead hydrangea. There is no doubt of its morbidity since tweaking a branch results in a resounding crack. When she planted it, the...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 24, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
The Letters I Can you hear the leaves as they fall as they hit the ground with a thump the stomach, teeth, legs, and heads falling from the branches of language that can no longer hold them the curling loops undone in that Hell, the trees’ leaves...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 23, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
The unusual hobbies of Tom’s mother She likes to buy cars And leave them in inconvenient places. An expensive hobby, But she likes to watch them from afar And wait for a slender constable To post a POLICE AWARE Note under the...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 22, 2013 | Reviews
Let me take the more recent of these books by Tim Nolan first. While he initially trained as a poet, taking his MFA degree at Columbia University, he had also married and knew...
