by Helen Ivory | Aug 12, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Clowns Every few years we get the chance, stroll down the road, tick another box or two, decide which toad will screw us over for the next few, break promises so easily made, take junkets too, raid our wallets with glee, those well-dressed few who...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 10, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Harmonies We don’t listen to the music no more: the small sounds of the wind as it whispers through grass, or the well-deep silence of stars. People take it as hard, to see the flare of fire warming the glass in a morning. A new day shouldn’t be...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 9, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Sestina for Sujata I tried calling but you didn’t pick up – It’s an ordinary sort of day – Arjun is learning Hindi letters, Two languages colliding in his head. Taxes and grading swallow up the hours As March reluctantly draws...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 8, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
The Distaff Side Looms dragging red kisses on the inside of the knees we clutched to our chests by night. As Penelope and her girls unpicked theirs we dreamt of ours, under the weft-side of the sky. The girl had weaved for just one day, before the...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 7, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Graveyard Tour The drilling rig stood in the dark middle of the night in the center of North Dakota, its strings of bright bulbs the only light for fifty miles. Two large-cab pickups were parked in front of the freight container that served as an...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 6, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Flickers and Flames Sound the sirens for the smoke in the rain. It enveloped the sky and the conversation. It burnt brightly and stopped the trains They came running with speculation To see the end of it all and the start of something To see the...
