by Helen Ivory | Dec 21, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
moonrise new chevrons chalking the wind – two terns re- turned north re- vise the estuary’s silvers rollers far out lumpen with seals the links hump with bronze hordes of whin the copters’ relay belfries the cloud peels & slices...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 20, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Rain Dog Afterwards, the pool table (cue ball chalk, two stripes) posed for Paul Cezanne. The drinkers who were plunged in conversation seemed suddenly and simultaneously to lose their train of thought. I fixed my eyes on the wall above the bar where they were...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 19, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Lake Swim Though I don’t like to put my head under, I want to follow the thin nylon line that tethers the marker in place; finger-tap the concrete block anchoring the buoy to the lake bed. I would continue into the soft-plock mud, stir depths of silt to cloud about us...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 18, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Beauty and Despair on the Rail Replacement Bus The journey is a mural etched in hazy relief on the outside of the windows, viscous and not at all malleable. It reflects your fatigue in a pinched face set as a stubborn witness to insular interests. Snow, painted with a...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 16, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
xyla take some from her i drop the sunlight down her the rum is bright red her marbles roll out my eyes i’ve painted my fingernails xyla yellow through who soft wind soars until impact Charlie Baylis is from...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 15, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
She has had a glimpse of heaven and will not be denied they try to feed her and she can feel it slipping her rage is righteous it is perfect she does not want to be good when perfection is possible they tell her she is beautiful but she knows they lie they have given...
