by Helen Ivory | Aug 27, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Stateless Adapted from the Renaissance French of Francois Villon (b. 1431) & the Hungarian of György Faludy (1910-2006) I’ve proudly wrapped my dazzling sky around me yet I have found one faithful friend: the fog. In...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 26, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Edinburgh Arrivals Her flight touched down at eight fifteen. Deceit. It had got her this far, and it had got her here on time. Deceit was an ally, it could be depended on. She loved her family, she loved them all, but she needed this, she needed to be...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 25, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
1347 People are getting betrothed, and wearing green, and going on pilgrimages. There is harvesting, and hawking, and amorous conversation. The sky is unquizzably blue but the saints are in it, and they’re waiting for your call. God is an edible presence....
by Helen Ivory | Aug 24, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Monday Night Encased in Wissahickon Stone walls heavy pine tables are circled by padded chairs. A couple sits across the room, she’s not too happy as he orders take out for his wife. Through the divide a mahogany bar ornate mirrored back with chalk...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 23, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
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