by Helen Ivory | Feb 19, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
The 73 The steel-blue bus sailed round the wide rain-darkened esplanade that cordoned off the city hall, late Doric, grandiose, and Mussolini grey. I ran because I could and landed on the moving platform cancelling my speed, and climbed the spiral stair,...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 18, 2018 | 2018 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Gingham Have you ever seen a scarecrow’s babe? On a rough hessian teat nuzzling, mewling at the shadow of out-of-the-way crows, Death’s hands in the sky, lunatics of dew’s drench. Poultices in the shape of water weep from the burdened...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 17, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
Sea Change The sea hoards broken drink dispensers and bones sinking in hot dog rolls. It’s been stained with red sauce. I heave my burger cart over sand dunes, shatter plastic spades and mollusc shells. All I believe could rise from the water, to brown...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 16, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
White Blues The icebergs float in stately queues Cracked off from a continent fringed by blue. Come close, the boatman says, You can tap them, make them speak. We drift by nearer, scraping moiré ice And I strike the giant block and it trembles with song...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 16, 2018 | Prose & Poetry, Word & Image
from The Doors – the ghost variations Part 3 this is the end, my friend jim morrison 11. Here are double brown church doors with iron bolts and studs. Keeping out the heathens, keeping out the just. Realising he has no memory he...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 15, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
Gone i want a spaghetti plot of your thoughts i need a spaghetti plot of your thoughts I must see where I cooled in your brain and never forget that elevator drop feel heart attacks fill plots while love rots Gregg...
