by Helen Ivory | Sep 4, 2019 | 2019 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Run through the flowers white, on the water’s edge the little boat will take you to a headless woman pale beneath the moonlight arms outstretched Madelaine Culver is a freelance writer and proofreader with a background in arts...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 3, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Fate I step over a penny in the street Dad you can’t leave it there bring it home save it it’s bad luck if you don’t Okay honey I didn’t know I pick it up promptly & drop it through a sewer grate Dad no! she stops and stares her hand over her...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 2, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Goldilocks She wafted in like a nymph, charmed us with her grace, her birch-pale skin, hair the liquid gold of butter, melted on a silvered tongue. Neither aloof nor overbearing we folded her in hugs, shared our bowls and our picnic rugs, as we...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 1, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Vanity I suppose that’s what it must be, to assume that I would have chapbooks out my ears by now. to assume that the girls who come will want to stick around a dirty apartment just because I am there. to assume that a face full of scars (I...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 30, 2019 | 2019 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Wake up call you haul me from dream drifting snug in your tangled bed I hear your early-rise kitchen clatter I’m a lay-a-bed, day waster, sloth you remark dark dressed in the doorway I want our mornings to release day’s perfume not...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 29, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Arranged Hopes Hopes are arranged. I take my seat. The dishes shine and instead of the tried and tasted cuisines you serve something that denies the temptation of the form and shape. ‘Mother, what will we have tonight?’ ‘Hope’, you say. My...
