by Helen Ivory | Jul 12, 2016 | 2016 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Early Walk to Buy Bread Ficus trees line a long stone wall crisp on morning´s new page, in sunlight just sprung over the hill. Doves coo from the wires above a road all mine before the school cars´takeover. My steps, unhurried, follow as regular a...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 10, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Football Classics In the world of half-time entertainment, food is all. Heaven’s pies, cow’s tea, dogs bloodied on a sponge sub. As we catch up with scores elsewhere, pixels of sound pepper God’s stale-priced air. What is that? Is that a harp? We...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 9, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Little White Lie Mother has sewn a white lie into the hem of my breast pocket, a finishing method for a voodoo doll boy folded narrowly. The white lie will grow in my pocket as an egg, my blood will be an incubator, my marrow will be fed to the...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 8, 2016 | 2016 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
The Stars are Watching I can feel the blind eyes of night burning this bed. They believe I am as empty as the sheets that cover me. Wrinkled and unmade, our communal flaws are amplified under night’s harsh light. I glare back, spit my wishes in spite....
by Helen Ivory | Jul 7, 2016 | 2016 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
This Too Is Prayer No, not some lover’s glance, a newborn’s grin, sunset, autumn leaves – but this: green fluorescent protein, a molecule borrowed from the jellyfish to turn our cells to glowing dancing labourers we applaud as they go...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 6, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Selbstliebe is touching my own skin for it not hiss back at me. to pull apart my own heart see the worms of anxiety and doubt inside mages that keep me rolling out of bed every day. To look into my ears for the sounds you were called when my...
