by Helen Ivory | Apr 5, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Sun Addict 2 He* wrote at length and copious length at that, of the delights of sauntering, of stopping a while to make modest acquaintance of tree and meadow, of walking like a camel, ruminating, of going where one’s tread might lead. While these...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 4, 2013 | Reviews
An Elegant Illusion: The Polish Boxer by Eduardo Halfon, tr. Daniel Hahn, Ollie Brock, Lisa Dillman, Thomas Bunstead and Anne McLean Deception, or at least, elusiveness and allusive obliquity, is much of the business of this enchanted labyrinth of a...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 3, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Chest of Drawers She speaks to the postman frequently, gives him small jars of cloudy honey at Christmas and invites him in on rainy days. Her husband doesn’t mind and neither does the postman, he appreciates the warmth, the company. The couple has a...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 2, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Letter From My Migraine I got a letter from my migraine yesterday. The penmanship was impeccable. It mentioned how things just weren’t working out, me with the drive to win all the prizes now gone. It had found some nice neurotic who could...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 1, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
The Language Of Snow The next morning over the frozen world I see the snow, its faint, peaceful breaths outside and in the pale light the hidden sun holds back, I saw a crow shaking snow off its feathers on top a telephone pole. There is something joyous...
