by Helen Ivory | Sep 2, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
Invasion (The Slow Fall / Imbalance / Fall) she held the rock close both eyes bruises in than we had either ever methods to kill the waxing waited for seaweed avoidance / three nuclear across the tonal majors weighed our shins with rain dances for...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 1, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
Two Mutes there were two mutes and they were always together which is not to say, they didn’t speak (to each other) they could read the other like a book knowing which line would be consequent like thought upon paper between them all was smooth and...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 31, 2018 | 2018 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
A Dose of Chaminade At the end of the lawn as you contemplate the gentle lake and do your best to translate the poetry of the crows, you can hear against a small wind the drawing-room piano. It is playing a piece called L’Ondine, a piece which wears an...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 30, 2018 | Reviews
Losing a parent is hard and when it happens, it’s tough. It brings a glut of unexpected emotions and without a doubt, More than you were, Christina Thatcher’s debut poetry collection, deals with the death of her father in a beautiful,...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 29, 2018 | 2018 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
from Wave Diary Sunday I would have swallows nesting in my church and moss on the pews. I would have the tide wash in twice a day, to decorate the church with sacred cuttlefish bones and rosaries of shells. I would have the walls barnacled up to...
