by Helen Ivory | Nov 29, 2015 | 2015 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
groundwater i will never be as innocent as i was then. as ripe as this root, as sound as a lock of mistletoe to its tree. i will never be as thirsty. i will never again be as near to gods. when i walk back into my phantasies, shoes shed, my palms sweetly...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 28, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Bandaged She doesn’t bleed now. The chemicals put paid to that – staunched the flow, tracking down those cells, their waving feelers tearing out her hair, their bird-claw trail flattening her veins. She’s mummified – the outer shell’s the same:...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 27, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Flail and Crook For all of you who has ever said You loved me then broke my heart May you succumb to the most? Awful Egyptian curse May Hathor cause you great pain? And shame from this day forward Until the Pyramids turn to dust and The Nile River...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 25, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
I Live with Ghosts The whole house tips upside down like a cat it comes when it will. Corpuscle-like black shapes a chill across my skin, the obscenity of objects secret in their throats, the house like a broken limb. A coiled snake unwinding...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 24, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Oh, Thank You It’s quite beautiful, a very delicate porcelain well turned by a dedicated hand. The floral white and blue are my favorite colors, and the shape elegantly fuses form and function. I will forever treasure and take good care of...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 23, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Pont Désert This is municipal conscious uncoupling. A man will arrive in a hi-vis coat and load up a trolley with old love-tokens, sawn from their moorings, a fence full of trash. A crane will gloat over the heartless river. Oh, Seine-strollers,...
