by Helen Ivory | Sep 24, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
In the Mind’s Half Light of Dreaming I I dreamt of an over-exposed photograph of Town Hall And a past lover, undressed and atop of me II Three worn golden keys, in an otherwise empty box Belonging to a dresser with pastel colored...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 23, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Eating and Otherwise Snap out of it, crack open a beer, get on with it. Thinking of just a few of the dead – it happens sometimes. I know of no cause, nothing special; not eating something or opening a window or – you name it....
by Helen Ivory | Sep 22, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Gareth’s Wake The toot of your horn as you drove past fell silent in the shunt and crush, the hand that waved, a useless shield. My cup cracked with the news, pulsed dark coffee. Your parents wanted you home one last time, to touch your...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 21, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
The Killing I’ve been staring at the mobile phone for too long. Now it turns cold like a stone. The screen mirrors the bruised moon, litters the sky with your name. On the bedroom wall your photo left a raw square. Ellie Danak is a...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 20, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Absconding of course, leaving would be easy, peeling away, kicking up small stones, waving rude gestures in the air, the sound of tires spinning all the way to the fork where I would have to stop and decide again what to do with myself. JD DeHart...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 19, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Incendiary I’ve been deciding how my wings would look, Ruled out downy-swan-feathered (& occasionally a little bloody.) Not Victoriana fae, the era that forgot fairies are toothed beings. Instead I’d like enormous blue-green dragonfly wings,...
