by Helen Ivory | May 10, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Aubade Let the room be still tonight, dim the street and bedside light, chase the hallway shadows out so nothing can come near. Compose the darkness here, let it frame the furniture, make it like a dye that bathes the ceiling and the floor. And...
by Helen Ivory | May 9, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Angora My Hermes Baby, a glass and a bottle of whiskey. I am trying to find words, to fill this blank sheet of paper. Angora rabbits are an industry of the prison …much less crowded, better cared for than humans.* Each word a tear wrung from a...
by Helen Ivory | May 8, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Ancestor Dreams They gather where the river forms an ox-bow lake. Old men with beards as big as bushes, women aproned, busy in their starched mob caps. Folk who use the muscle of their faith to uproot trees by hand, impel the earth to bring forth...
by Helen Ivory | May 7, 2016 | 2016 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
The Find At the garage sale I smiled when I saw Emily Dickinson’s selected poems. Didn’t I have this edition at home? Inside it read: To Marie. Friends forever. Love, Alice. I was Alice—that was my handwriting. Was the woman in the lawn chair, watching...
by Helen Ivory | May 6, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Covalent Bonding In the end I couldn’t compete with the intermolecular pull that drew you to her. Me, the less reactive one – bookish, inert, our bond replaced by her sizzling reactivity. The day I overheard in the common room...
by Helen Ivory | May 5, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Rowan Tough-wood and feather half in flight ; bent as a dark fork. The late of the year spots her with blood berries crouching against the wind. The blasted daughter of the high North, tryst with the harsh sleet, dark as a blind splinter. ...
