by Helen Ivory | Mar 10, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
After the Storm Wading knee-deep for six-pack and cigarettes I watch my feet, three inches from my knees, under a foot of water negotiate the curb. They look like two fish hugging the tarmac bottom, trying to turn some silt onto themselves. Their...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 9, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
When The Trouble Comes it comes illiterate reading Soldier of Fortune magazine, but always to church on time, in its Sunday best, praying for world peace, it comes bearing gifts from the dollar store, shit you never wanted, like a severed head on...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 8, 2017 | 2017 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Stranger I’ll ask the Moon to do my dirty work. In the backwash I wonder if the Welsh God with his untidy name, painted her. I’m the colour of the rock. I’ll be a moon-glowing witch, with cloud-hands getting slowly drunk, as I shrink out of the...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 7, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
Color The light of the setting sun Shining behind the trees And leaves mocking the window. Birds are… Chirping in praise of it That light has colored their feathers. I am so colored Like the window pane, Standing before the sun. But my color, It doesn’t...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 7, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
Non sequitur I always imagined icicles as frozen sighs. Once she asked me to commit a perfect crime. I sighed close to her heart. Winter. Ducks left our city. A role play tree howled brown leaves. I lit a fire. It was a non sequitur. ...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 6, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
Diary of Water Rise from the water tunnels spinning from seabed, our first pierced breaths of oxygen are like an embryonic rush for birth swaying on the surface – half in one world – breath and sight in another. We reach the barrens of...
