by Helen Ivory | Jan 5, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
* wet dawn a field rabbit hides in blanket flower * blood moon trains rumble the gloom * morning dew a toad lazes in garden shadow * magic moon the mercurial eyes of the owl Anna Cates resides in Ohio with her two cats and teaches English...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 4, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Fireball The baby fattens quickly as a lamb, puts four pounds on in a month. She’s a tiny fireball: her constant cries flare brightly night and day. I make her fennel tea and wash away my milk from where it runs into the creases in her neck. My...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 21, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Spoons I don’t know how long I’ve been planning spoon rebellion. Maybe it’s just come over me, thinking about you once again, and carefully drying all those spoons in the cool drawers in your house. I know it’s too late...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 20, 2015 | 2015 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Eleven Years Tasted Like a Thousand Year Old Chinese Egg eleven years tasted like a thousand-year old Chinese egg doorway cracked windows rusted at the seams– the nights grew thin and red summer gripped me in its fist then winter tricked your shadows into...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 19, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Al Hillah The young woman is smiling in my photograph. She points to a picture of her father. He is smiling, but he was murdered. The young woman is smiling in my photograph. She points to a picture of her brother. He is smiling, but he was...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 18, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Likeness Paint cakes the bristles in thick lumps It tears It pulls It refuses to detach The sink bleeds slowly In slate grey In Blue Lake In Red Ochre In Yellow Light On the table the painting lies Fields are blocks Skies are bare Trees are lines...
