by Helen Ivory | Feb 8, 2013 | Reviews
This more-or-less recent book of poems by John Calvin Rezmerski received no critical attention after it appeared in 2010, unfortunate because publishing a book is one thing, but...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 7, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Looking For Ghost Towns 1. Morning in Colville National Forest Jon sleeps like a dead man in the bed of the truck. My fingers hurt in the cold. The fog rolls in around the bend. The sun, a pale dot behind gray clouds. Off the road, the ground is soft,...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 6, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Revelations The air smells of burnt wheat and thunder, an atmosphere compelled to tell the future. Rain showers the paving slabs, creating mirrors that steal the shadows from under our feet. I am dressed heavenly in white, marching...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 5, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
* Laughter, beer and smoke Once again no one knows Today is my birthday * * * On a rock in the lake A gull is drowsing A cold dawn * * * The black bay Is a mirror for the Moon Snowy tears falling down *** Your eyes Are the ocean Too bad I...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 4, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Prem. Like that weird March morning in January, the birds deceived, deceiving us in turn, roots woken and stirred to thirst, you too arrived early, to a world unsure if this was sleep or dream, fitful in streams of silver light, too cold and thin to...
