by Helen Ivory | Jul 12, 2017 | 2017 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry, Word & Image
Fox-wife When I told you I’d trick the moon right out of the sky and into your wine, your eyes said I couldn’t be trusted; you knew my kind that come on the breeze, under the crow’s wing, when hope needs us the most. My hands are...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 11, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
Troubling the Absinthe Set the flame and drip water through the sugar brick, protect yourself against the sickness. Let the green fairy dance & dart between your eyes, dropping beautiful lies. Hide like a résistance...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 10, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
Heading Home Like a blizzard snowflake white, pure and free my spirit rushes about heading towards earth then gusting up yearning for home golden light reflecting heaven off my crystal edges Gregg Dotoli studied English at Seton Hall...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 9, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
Limerence They met in the aisle between the lentils and the tomato puree. It was a chance encounter; nothing had been planned. The look on her face when she saw him, almost shock, before it turned into a smile. They talked about the summer and how she...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 8, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
Worried Leaves two green leaves were taken by the wind from a flourishing garden they flight away thinking how much the flourishing garden would change after their left nothing happened and the garden is still green and the wind is still taking worried...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 7, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
In the Beginning In the beginning, there was a primordial ooze. And in this ooze was everything there was, is, and ever will be. God (small ‘g’) saw this and decided it was in need of some help. There was welter, there was waste, and there was disorder....
