by Helen Ivory | Oct 1, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
The Water is Mad Ophelia in the water there are mad skies broken branches and heartache sorrow everywhere until we float and we do float on the cool pool of nothing to give up wondering what is above and start thinking what is below and has it always...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 30, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Hearing Crickets Late 0n the Last Night of June for Ethna McKiernan Now the tumbrels of July hurtle near with scallops of heat, running fire not far away in Colorado, already this dying month has honored flooding & dislocation among those not alert,...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 28, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Mall Stalker I hate people, all those people who are so happy right in your face? The fuck you people strolling through the plastic malls the world over, their tinny voices bouncing off the walls even an iPod can’t mute. I walk among them...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 27, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
The One that Got Away They said it was a slow day in personal fitness. They said it was a lorry going by. But when love walked in wearing his Tuesday suit The photocopiers started reproducing, immaculately, Perfect versions of the same vacancy;...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 26, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
I Went To Space With Leo DiCaprio We fell in love in space, but then quickly fell out again, we divorced in space, which made things awkward, In space everything is thinner, I looked like a supermodel, that’s probably why he fell in love...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 25, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
A Neighborhood of Vertebrae This sky is a sunny place unless you’re somewhere else, a cloudy place if your face is chattering in the rain. I like to think it would be as easy as saying “I’ve had enough pain, leave my body,” and it...
