by Helen Ivory | Apr 8, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
“An Elegy on Prosperity & Death: Take 65” For those among us who lived by the rules, Lived frugal lives of pubis-scratching desperation; For those who sustained a zombie-like state for 30 or 40 years, For these few, our lucky few— We...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 7, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
After Watching Dante’s Peak My mother unpacked her bags in the bland guest cabin the Orphanage maintained for guest visits. She still had her Thespian’s sense of drama, wrinkling her nose at that Harsh antiseptic scent hotels cover with Evergreen...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 6, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
* Cold Moon my daughter cries as her water breaks * vastness of stars a cold wind stirs the evergreens * morning sun the scent of Easter chocolates ...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 6, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Shut the Window You asked me once if I would shut the window, I stood up as calmly as possible and complied. The room grew heavy with our intended silence, though the world outside continued its rush and roar. Moments passed us by...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 5, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Once More, For Betzabe Are you happy? Is the wind blowing within you? Does a mourning dove rest on your shoulder? Do you wear in your lapel murmurs and caresses of your mother? Are you conversant...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 4, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Americans are Baffled to Discover People Who Do Not Want To Improve Themselves There are French cds to listen to and all six volumes of Proust to read An exhibit that opened on the 14th about the work of a great writer who wrote great...
