by Helen Ivory | Sep 16, 2016 | 2016 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Worker Ant Monologue Alone among thousands millions, maybe We don’t even talk if it’s not about work If we did we’d say how happy we are Together, not lonely how can you be lonely when so damn together? Exactly. Nods to work/life...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 15, 2016 | 2016 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Lineage Then take one end to draw it close around my shoulders. Let it flow like a mountain burn about my neck but leave at least an inch below my lips where speech denies the thistle. They say the best pulls through a wedding band, but this is...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 14, 2016 | Prose & Poetry, Word & Image
Tony Rickaby’s current practice reflects on walks around South London, where he lives. Recently he has written for Litro Magazine, Stepaway Magazine, ken*again, experiential-experimental-literature, Sugar Mule, The Whistling Fire and Fox Chase...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 13, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Serious Road I am driving on the serious road. I have never seen it joyful; A blown up tire here, a broken bumper there, and smashed up cars everywhere. You could kill yourself or others on the serious road. What else would I call it? Luis...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 12, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Emily Dickinson’s Wardrobe of Ghostly White Dresses On the second day of the festival you wear a white dress and sandals and a plaster around your toe and you are perfect and this is one memory from many that I have and am haunted by but I am...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 11, 2016 | 2016 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
When light poured into me at the swimming pool There was a sweetness to the day. The horizon a blue harsh line. I looked for stars but there were none. For some reason they were always invisible during the day. My heart was filled with honey. I licked...
