by Helen Ivory | Jul 27, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
The Fencer I had my hair cut by a man who spoke through scissors he judged when my hair was short enough this man was old but he made me tingle perhaps I am gay because of this and I like to fence olives in dirty martini’s. I had my hair cut by a...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 26, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
The Echo Chamber Every night I listen to a man going mad it starts with the moving of wardrobes the wincing cry through thin plasterboard, a building crescendo of expletives repeated again and again – At the voices that surround him, Every...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 24, 2017 | 2017 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
time songs 1. night is unstable sometimes it rolls over you in the dark & flattens a secret population this thing this incessancy is a traitor.it counts to twenty-four & starts again 2 there is no time counting i’m slowly becoming dead like all the others hung...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 23, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
Magic Hand The mind is a box of tricks. Fooled by his play of hide-the-rabbit, it tells you there is an ace up that sleeve. Or a bunch plucked from nothing into a burst of sham finery. He saws you in half while you smile, hangs a dove from his fingers,...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 22, 2017 | 2017 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Is Is what it is. This is not symbol. I am not moving ideas about these lines. The birds speak truth to the wind as plain as they can. It does not mean something else. It is what they say it is. Don’t look for any- thing more. ...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 21, 2017 | 2017 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
The wolves were not invited but they came regardless their manners were dreadful never cleaning between their claws after meals or their teeth at bedtime but they displayed a certain charm when finally agreeing to leave placing a single golden...
