by Helen Ivory | Oct 17, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Never Never is a long time lots of things happen before Never is over Remember all the triumphs once predicted to happen Never happened sooner than later I dread that never however long may still wind up being shorter than Someday I need to hope that...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 16, 2015 | 2015 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Untitled And I think that you think you understand a lot of things Things you just don’t. Getting caught between the rhythm and home. But you see I’m only telling you this because I used to think I understood a lot and I just...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 14, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Here is the Lampshade Here is the lampshade, spiderweb Eden, where I read under the unscrewed bulb of a witches shawl. My sloe evenings spent reading birth certificates and samples of wallpaper manuscripts full to the brim with deflated...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 13, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Lucy In the painting, she’s a young girl with flowing chestnut hair. Her tunic veils the swell of adolescent breasts. Around her shoulders lies a russet velvet cloak. In her hands she holds a plate on which lie two eyes. Two fried eggs, they...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 12, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Against Candlelight As marbled wax melts, flickers of unknown lives beckon from fire’s hypnotic chaining. Colliers, chandlers and cavemen gaze with me: my desk a shock of print-outs, letters and confusions. I try to rope these...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 11, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Thinking of Tesla on the District Line Tesla, on the District line there’s a glimpse of lights, a whole field of lights in darkness. I think of you in Colorado Springs, planting bright bulbs to transfigure the slopes. Sparks leapt and...
