by Helen Ivory | Jul 28, 2015 | 2015 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Not Because It’s Chic Here I have a place where I can be sad. I adore it. I adore it. I exist only in roles. I want colors! Colors! Just as above me the sky is always blue. Not because it’s chic. Not because of that. ...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 27, 2015 | 2015 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Voices Oaks rumble in deep bass that thrums straight down their roots, draws from the earth. Hornbeams belt out Sixties pop songs, twist and shout. Willow divas wail soprano dramas in a minor key. In the blades of grass, whispers coil....
by Helen Ivory | Jul 26, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
The Portrait I’m not looking for perfection I don’t really want it It is essence I seek, wholeness with blunders and errors and the unexpected surprise. The hand that shakes when you unwittingly are being the hero. From small talk and blabber to...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 25, 2015 | 2015 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Breathing Sometimes in the car I forget to breathe, almost. Respiration reduces to tiny transactions reluctant to leave any trace. Warm skin and car seat a new union, matter overcoming mind, the windscreen a cornea to see through,...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 24, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
This chaos We live, perhaps, in a lawless world, rejoicing as it does in the wild swings of good against bad, confounded by questions of maplines and economics and the democratic process, informed by gods, the tensile strength of duplicitous...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 23, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
from DIVING LESSONS Friday: death of God. Sunday: birth of body. i. Relocation Dive deeper into God: she’s relocated, bequeathing the heavens to faeries and astronauts. She’s chosen darkness: a sett under the ocean, a space at the pit of your belly; a...
