by Helen Ivory | Sep 18, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
The Opposite of the Blues Perhaps magnetic north has shifted or el nino is benevolent now. It may be a solar flare firing rogue positively charged neutrinos but optimism, the natural prey of the English keeps finding toeholds. The evidence is stacking...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 17, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
In the Novel Café, Ocean Park Boulevard We were looking at the highway to China, And the mountains in the sky Were threatening storms That passed in the spring winds. Downtown would soon be dark. On the boardwalk came the blues Of an ageing man whose...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 16, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Viral I have made my report; And each recipient, in a singular way, Has become responsive to you, Can listen for your breath, Its slow distinctions and variants, Or expect a look I know you by To greet them at the crossing, On the platform, at the...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 15, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
I Lived Upon this Earth in Such an Age I. Letter to My Wife Mute worlds lie in the depths, their stillness crying inside my head; I shout: no-one’s replying in war-dazed, silenced Serbia the distant, and you are far away. My dreams,...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 14, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
This is the house With or without hope We always return home Jaroslav Seifert This is the house of lost joys The house where all things come together This is the house Where the humming of the sun is heard Through the cracks of the door This is the house...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 13, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
I Wish I 1. I wish I was my father’s son, And he would speak to me. I wish I was my mother’s son, And I would not be his son. I wish I was my brother’s brother, And I could kick him in the groin and stop Envying his wonderful cock. I wish I was my...
