by Helen Ivory | Jul 20, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Remembrance of Things Past I met him at Jinty McGuinty’s on Ashton Lane. He tagged along for drinks after a conference at the university and was introduced by my colleague simply as, a friend. My colleague began the conversation. The topic:...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 19, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Newlyweds The apartment was small and cheap. It was our first apartment. The walls were porous and there was a fug we could not remove. The landlord was supercilious and cantankerous and treated us as though we were fungus. The landlord had been married...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 18, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Anonymous, Barrow-in-Furness He starts early, wheels jagging channels in the loam, churns his way back and forth, north to south, in a whirlwind of gulls and hummingbird angels darting and seeking, wings skinny with frost. No one is watching. He...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 17, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Missing: Moth Cabinet No. 3 (Sphingidae) After the Sphingidae disappeared, he sensed them back to light like Newton, stared at the pale until bodies floated into his retina. His eyes became wings, they flittered back and forth from detail to...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 16, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Not God’s Angels These angels Are better than god’s angels Instead of hovering Invisible, untouchable They are angels of true flesh Of painful joints Unafraid to face This world’s emptiness Born in Zagreb, Croatia Ana Lena Stipancic...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 15, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Waking Up An uneasy sleep, You wake up with a start, But there’s this dull throbbing Inside your head which refuses to go. A cup of tea grows cold On your bedside table. Inconsistency. They are playing Beatles next door. But to you it seems...
