by Helen Ivory | Oct 7, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Stars The stars were falling kamikaze. We traced their arcs in the black while you talked them down. We are stars you say. Crescendos of bits thrown in fits, explosions casting us adrift. No wonder we feel so jumbled nothing quite fitting as fragments...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 6, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Void I imagine that this is like being inside the song blue velvet, dark as fifties crooners Silencing as drinking ink, flows in my nose and ears and mouth not suddenly but with permission I could crawl inside it and sleep soundly dreamless, I imagine...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 5, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
stars perhaps the palm of my hand must always turn into the back of my hand just like that perhaps life must always be taken apart and put back together again just to see how it really works once I climbed on a roof but it was no good the world beneath...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 4, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
When I die I want my ashes packed into a rocket and fired into space. I want to be the crowd of stars where Love hid his face, the fistful of filings we stole from the jar in a dull Chemistry lesson and sprinkled on the burner; How I’ll fizz and crackle;...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 3, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Racing Mum told me that frigid was another word for Jesus’s Mary. You showed me that holiness was holding my hand and racing down the playground until we couldn’t breathe. We kissed like tangled sting rays unwinding, swallowing the words we...
