by Helen Ivory | Jan 31, 2017 | 2017 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Human Luggage A grey Huddle descends: Hilda and Beryl roll the tide forwards Although the wave is sedate and unsure Chris grabs Ben’s hand off to the side needing a friend Bernie thinks there’s something stuck to Joe’s right foot Should he...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 30, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
Bad Timing This is the tragedy of enduring many loves, that we give away valuable pieces of ourselves to unworthy people. And in time we have so little left to give away that forever has starved to death. Herb Kauderer is an...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 29, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
Thirty-seven degrees A fault line down a white washed wall. The corner of the mirror. Beads; beryl, turquoise, topaz, jade. Late summer hums, power lines hiss, rotting stems seep their stagnant stench. In the street, a car stutters to start....
by Helen Ivory | Jan 28, 2017 | 2017 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
you have to eat she cries if i do not eat so i eat the breakfast i eat the clouds, i eat my words letter by letter scooped with gravy onto a knife. i eat a sandwich she’s prepared and the plate. i eat some lunch. in the evening we eat a chicken...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 27, 2017 | 2017 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
The Stones of Jerusalem 1. Arrival & Departure –In memoriam György Timár Oblivious to his grandson – a gift! – absorbed in a birthday book, my timorous brother lifted his eyes to the Mediterranean sky. The stench of burning human flesh eternally...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 26, 2017 | 2017 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Broken He was a reassembly job. A fixer-upper. A jigsaw puzzle. At first I tried with stitches while he slept; my mother had taught me how to sew when I was a little girl and I knew all the different patterns but none of them held. He shuffled...
