by Helen Ivory | Aug 28, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
In this room we watched you rewind your mind and get lost on the return journey. Clothes unstitched their shape, and we dropped like buttons from an unravelled yarn of you. Soon, your whole room wandered away; in its clearing, we were dolls...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 27, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Sentimental poem During a near-break in the row we’ve been having since Tuesday, about the car and the wine and the kids, I put on some John Coltrane and the subject of jazz arises. She says she doesn’t like it noodly and I say what about Miles...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 26, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Central Insect Agency after Lawrence What brings you in so quiet ? why such bright banded citrine stripes ? when did you smell the strawberries ? Is it that you destabilize us for kicks ? You know that we know that you know, that your sting is...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 25, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Aspens These trees shimmer in no breeze— the moon’s a wild rabbit above us— no breeze or one so slight we don’t feel it— mad ghost breathing— bark curled scrolling tops of columns, pedestals: these are the reasons nights are in love and we are in...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 24, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Erica bloated by x-counts of cortisone she offered her excuses for the breath-loss at the circular staircase (going up) in the midst of the pause Tablada’s haikus and the “Rac… Rac… Rac…” jumped into the present in they came and...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 23, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Answers A lone slightly-crushed blue M&M rests on the classroom’s grey carpet between rows of wooden chairs. A student writes with her right hand while inserting two fingers of her left into her mouth, withdrawing pink gum. Cheeks rest on...
