by Helen Ivory | Jun 30, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
Scars He was out of his skull when he said Let’s be lovers, licked my cheek like sea-lapping the shore. He walked me home from school down that secret path past the cliffs where no one was supposed to go. He pulled me inside a cave shaped like a...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 29, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
Blanket I was the designated person. I’d seen it before and I am hard. All over in a few seconds; a slow movement across two graduations, then an increased flow to a final stop at empty. Clear eyes to opaque in an efficient procedure performed by...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 28, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
Hedge Maze Hedge maze a quarter mile square. Everyone who enters it terminates in screams. Even cops, determined to rescue someone, lose themselves for lack of clues and fail to exit. You’re braver than me, and walk in alone, leaving prints in...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 27, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
Tea-time in Sand Bay The bare beach rolls away windswept, smooth, as much space as can fill two eyes, and the desire to feel the wind. Mercury-bright channels gouge snaking paths to the sea that sucks them into its vastness. A shaggy line of weed, like...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 26, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
Some Neighbors Refuse to Become Words Old Smoky came home last night. We hadn’t seen her in days. Standing in our front window, we could watch their big screen TV across the street—pretty sure that porn at 65 inches wouldn’t lure no one home for...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 25, 2017 | 2017 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Look at That! ‘Look at that! a top hat on a tea pot,’ you shout, as we stop just a little too close to a china display in the shop and, with a swipe of your hand, you make a fat pot-headed Victorian gentleman involuntarily doff his hat, and a...
