by Helen Ivory | Oct 5, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
You Tonight, the sky sags, heavy with stars, and the wind has a cough, but I need a breeze, though the winter frost has sandpapered my knuckles. Cracked, they look tough and dry as elephant hide and dangle, hesitant above the keys. Fingers slowly flex out the frost...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 4, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
The Veterans are so busy loading and unloading cargoes of invisible presences from the flag fluttering ships anchored in their hallways, that it can take a lot of time to open the doors behind which are slouching carers employed by those pirates, who won the care...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 3, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Touch I Whispered. Even the stones or the ants Wouldn’t hear. And i listened to the god sobbing From the room Next to the earth. Pratheesh Ramachandran was born in 1987 in Kerala,India. He is a bilingual Poet and artist. Has...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 2, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
The Observer of Silly flash shower , quick-dried and dressed snow again? while I scramble for my keys a tree perched squirrel smiles as I enter my car Gregg Dotoli studied English at Seton Hall University and enjoys...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 1, 2016 | 2016 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Gnarled Forest “You have finished on your own what no one ever started.” ― From Diana’s Tree, Alejandra Pizarnik I dream mother is sleeping in her ochre bedroom; herringbone parquet floors, the curtains drawn to keep the intense heat out.The room, a...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 29, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Hot Coffee For Hot Days – For the Café Mediterraneum, Berkeley, CA My readied latte lazes on a sun-soaked, sugarcoated counter whose marble mimes of Kennecott malachite, one among a straightened row of caffé lattes venting steam, awaiting their respective...
