by Helen Ivory | Mar 20, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
4’33” (In honor of John Cage’s centennial –1912 – 1992) He climbed up the stairs and said – No more. Sinking into the sofa he wired himself to his iPod, thumbed for the track 4’33” of silence, shut his eyes and listened. Within a minute he pulled out...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 19, 2013 | Prose & Poetry, Word & Image
Chris Guidon is a confessional artist and poet from Kidderminster. Like a snake he needs sunshine to live.
by Helen Ivory | Mar 18, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Sometimes when I miss you I buy bananas and I don’t mind if they’re unripe and stick to the roof of my mouth. I picture you – empty purse in one hand, birthday bunch for mother in the other – smack against a father raging at your...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 17, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Insistent Camel Ends up, I am left with him. He spits, too. But neither of us has much say in the matter. I pack a block for climbing onto him; he lifts his chin and shoulders his jellied reserves. He’ll need them where we’re going, me slotted on his...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 16, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
When you were small I was a pig that rolled in mud and a fence to keep horses in. You rode the alligator and laughed down asphalt double whees. Frosty smoked a hammer then. God made little green aliens– we lured them out with bacon bits. We clapped...
