by Helen Ivory | Feb 6, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Robinson ‘John D must try harder in every subject; he appears to spend a great deal of time day-dreaming and preferring his own company, he may struggle to establish a career for himself in the future if he continues with his present attitude’...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 5, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Organize File me, lock me away, hopefully under love or memory, not “that creep,” slide me into a pull out shelf. See what comes of our time and pull me out when you are ready to see me again. J. “Ash” Gamble...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 4, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
compartments I place you in box 3, and Tuesday in the next box, and bourbon in a box after that I place pain in a box, memory in a box, mother’s smile in a box, and I keep putting matters and meanings in boxes until I can find nothing...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 3, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
On the Bounce There is tension between us like stretched rubber threatening to slam us together or break flinging us apart. And in the balance is more liveliness than any superball. Herb Kauderer is an associate professor of English...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 2, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
North Dakota O’ this sky of denim blue- Like a cowboy’s thighs And the river water wrinkled like old skin, All alone sit I on the brown horse, Remembering- That fences can be kicked down And soul isn’t made for staying Aimée...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 1, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
This is Not Self Service The Fruit Corner, a greengrocer’s store, occupies the same spot in New Haven since the Amato family first opened it some forty years ago. The current proprietors are third generation Amato greengrocers. However, unlike...
