by Helen Ivory | Sep 6, 2017 | 2017 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
The Seventh Car Will Be His As the raindrops collected on the glass the old man opposite strolled down his path. Kneeling on the chair she watched all movement. Next door’s tatty tabby sat on the kerb washing methodically behind his ears. A...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 5, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
The Lady Prophesizes Dark Days Tired and poor, our masses hid in corners made America a grate with warmth from other peoples’ useless breath. The Lady lost her other words, a ruler mangles meanings staring after walls, there are no doors but back...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 4, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
It begins with a single selfish cell I forgot to turn the tap off and the sink over- flowed. I couldn’t seem to mop it up fast enough. ‘Wasteful’ was the word my mother used, and she swore for weeks afterwards that’s the reason the crack in the...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 3, 2017 | 2017 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
The Issue of the Day It has been discovered that what’s known of the fifth fundamental force is the trace of the thing itself. The target has the intrinsic ability to evolve away from its common design into something that cannot be judged,...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 2, 2017 | 2017 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry, Word & Image
Take Two After Howard Fritz A flock of geese migrating, startled by a minor earthquake, interrupt a couple’s tilted tête-à-tête. Her headscarf’s pink and contrasts with the drink she clasps – a red Cinzano he’s just bought her. With his...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 1, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
Love Child of a Curtain Twitcher She tiptoes on the high wire antennas sprouting between the houses, I view her perilous weaving dance through the lattice of my peephole. The devil’s in her cape of hips, little revolutions tumble out of her toes,...
