by Helen Ivory | May 4, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
Spotting Socrates at a Wetherspoons Socrates drink your wine at the other end of the bar away from me Socrates go drink your wine in the ancient sun Don’t you know we came here for beer and breakfast? Socrates stroke your beard shake your thoughts from your old...
by Helen Ivory | May 3, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
midnight poem his blood was black he climbed to the highest branches that would hold him in the end of the world start of the world corvid tree featherless plucked and clean he lay before the no star sky in the unmoon night he opened his...
by Helen Ivory | May 1, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
Inside a Clock I peered inside a clock and wish I hadn’t. Taken apart it was emptied out on a counter for repair, the owner claiming it ran slow, a minute later ticking too rapid to circle the periphery of day. The reverse order of what a stopped...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 30, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
Train Kept a-Rollin’ Elvis has been reincarnated as a lizard and suns himself on rocks in the Gobi Desert loses his drug-soaked tail once every new moon he is a female lizard Robert Beveridge makes noise (xterminal.bandcamp.com) and writes...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 29, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
Priesthole to hide a priest like a fox was a risky business (pursuivant) in the large double room, I am stretched upon the bed working the cradle of a line covert he says his prayers whilst I a creeping Jesus turn my hand to chimera, the creak upon the stairs I...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 28, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
The Informer I’ll never forget Chip’s enormous right thumb, directed toward me, as he turned in response to Mrs. Laird’s question about my desk mate, Robert: “Who told him the answers?” I’ll never forget the jerk of my own torso, the pop of her hand against my...
