by Helen Ivory | May 30, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
Spiteful days I arrived at the divorce lawyer’s office a piece of storm-dripping whipped from the street. Deep in the hush of a building too polite to cough my trousers slowly dried. As I left, the stoppers fled. Disappointments hurled themselves...
by Helen Ivory | May 29, 2017 | 2017 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Theft is a winding but necessary route to the pinnacles of equality. To strip a flat bare is to fill it with light; objects usher in the dark. Few homes today are forgivable as the rank odour of my pervades them so burglary is purifying, an amicable...
by Helen Ivory | May 28, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
The Fauna Watch him bide behind anorexic tree fingers. His liquid-wood skin, oxidised syrup in the trident of sunlight dangling from angler still branches. He trots past the patches of his fauna veil, blue and alazarin bird berries jiggle over his goat’s...
by Helen Ivory | May 27, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
Report from the Front Everything tumbles together, syringa in bloom, sweet clover on the air, the earth’s breath between showers, bitterns poised to strike unwary fish who abandon their granite posts with staccato...
by Helen Ivory | May 26, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
when stories of crocodile did not belong in the zoo library under moonlight load shedding was routine before dinner on the front yard porch grandmother laid out a cot and grandfather told stories under the moonlight my mother would narrate her greatest...
by Helen Ivory | May 25, 2017 | 2017 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Aegopodium podagraria, a Praise Song. Now, I’ll choose to love this bishop weed’s efficiency. I shall admire his knit-wire roots, tenacious crazing tangle- down to anybody’s Hades. I will hymn some centurion’s aromatic salad – grab that...
