by Helen Ivory | Oct 31, 2016 | 2016 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Six Red Seeds In Persephone’s dreams the sky is black and ravens sing like mourning doves. Beneath the white grass, the soil is red as pomegranate juice. She longed to go back to her mother’s safe house, filled to the walls with stacks of...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 29, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Source coming from somewhere, a surge of energy or bit of old theology a worn out textbook or blinking screen we grow to become a name, and then rename ourselves. Nate Maye is a rising poet. Nate enjoys studying literature, and...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 28, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Outside, A Bird Outside, a bird, separated from the rest perched on a solitary outflung branch, staring at a bright morning moon. The unclouded gibbous starkly visible among oceans of startling blue. The bird stared; the old man stared and shook....
by Helen Ivory | Oct 27, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
The Crack The crack had spread like an art print of ants, an angry line that seemed to grow each night. It stepped from off the skirting board and danced a zigzag sketch, as if in flight or fight. Sam wasn’t sure exactly when, or how it started,...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 26, 2016 | 2016 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Fairy Dell Riverside section within Stubbylee Park, Stacksteads. Sophie Lancaster was fatally assaulted in the park in August 2007. The ground is digesting the park in its underbelly. All the things that used to shimmer are being swallowed. The...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 25, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Sailors are the wings of love Sailors are the wings of love, the mirrors of love, the sea is their companion and their eyes are blond the same as love which is as blond as love itself, just like his eyes. The vivacious happiness poured into our...
