by Helen Ivory | Apr 11, 2017 | 2017 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Re-reading Theses on Feuerbach at the allotment I • Filthy as new potatoes freshly dug, muck on the hands is everything. II • My thoughts are solid: I imagine into life broad beans, Swiss chard, earthed leeks, curly kale. III • I practice...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 10, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
spring rain an old letter unfolded again – home town In the familiar houses strangers – first frost i give a beggar nothing – empty beach my ear to a conch hears your whisper – open sky the sea claims the sand under my feet...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 9, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
“Man hollowed out wooden leg to smuggle iguanas” I would have got away with it but for the noise – claws scratching at the wood, those genteel coughing sounds iguanas make. “One moment, sir” I knew then I was done for. “ If you could come this...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 8, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
Your Last Breath Was Our Forgiveness We didn’t speak for years — your words always hurt. Nine days after my other grandma died, I awoke from a vision of myself sitting at your funeral on a hard wood bench. I was near the back of the church. I...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 7, 2017 | 2017 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
The Angel in My Cupboard The angel living in my cupboard doesn’t flaunt angel hair his mane looking rather like a spoonful of whipped cream cheese the angel hidden in my cupboard is most visible when the evening light penetrates the room through...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 6, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
If I Commit Something Stupid In My Dream You become the hundredth sheep stuck at the rugged fence painted white on my melancholic nights. I confessed my feelings for someone else hours before and faced a soft laughter. You say, “It’s...
