by Helen Ivory | Feb 28, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Fool Moon The moon, too, yearns to see beyond clouds, we look for silver on prussian she looks for blue and green, both cursing the intervening veils and blankets of cloud. On cloudless nights, out of the sea she rises orange, shrinking, paling to...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 27, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
From Autism This Failure to understand abstract concepts. Love should teach me how to teach you. I can’t find a point of entry into your world, locked rooms of loud lights, bright sounds that hurt and excite at the same mind-rocking pace. Nuances...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 26, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Overwhelming Catastrophic Dread Did I shut the door? Did I shut the door? I am the gatekeeper, shaman, celebrant, I avert apocalypse fifty times a day. Did I shut the door? Rubber-gloved soothsayer, I divine strange dooms in the pattern of dogs’...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 25, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Bolivia Plays in the World Cup I become myself that summer. The summer of drinking api, baking dulce de leche cakes with my sister and playing football with my brother. It is June and anything is possible. My mamita makes us api and buñuelos as...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 24, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
The Snow The snow is terrible this year. The road towards the library takes longer than usual. I keep the books home, waiting, for the roads to clear up. Buses drag by, with chains on their wheels leaving long monotonous marks. Smell...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 23, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Isolation Experiment I play solitaire for hours, soothed by the patterns of wooden balls. This waiting is a perfect science. I have everything I need to measure the transition of my body from one moment to the next. If I could count how many average...
