by Helen Ivory | May 9, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
The Woman Hidden in the Forest would tell you this is not a disappearing act this is in fact a transformation to be so naked and so wrapped in leaves that boundaries cannot be determined in respect to...
by Helen Ivory | May 8, 2019 | 2019 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Origins She would not have the mini bag of Haribo, even though she loves them, because they had been handed out in her classroom for the birthday of a boy she did not like. She’s going to hold grudges which eventually will hurt her, or hold the...
by Helen Ivory | May 6, 2019 | 2019 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Bid for Freedom If I could gain the freedom of my mind, my God! I’d map its streets out like a town and then explore those alleyways that wind that never could be charted or pinned down. I’d race full tilt to scale its highest towers then leaping...
by Helen Ivory | May 5, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
and then death and then death came and lived with us behind the peeling paint in the night-whistle of a train inside light bulbs dark between your legs it curved around your hips floated lightly, under falling brown leaves it rested in the dark...
by Helen Ivory | May 4, 2019 | 2019 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Because we have few means, of dealing with the night, a door crashes open. Closes. with a woman standing barefoot at the airport, in pajamas and handcuffs with isolated instances. Rogue police officers have never been isolated, or dealt with in...
by Helen Ivory | May 3, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Waterfall There’s a terror in its stillness, The way you cannot pick a spot and follow it to gauge speed or strength. The way it just is. The way it seems to stand like a pillar of a Greek Temple that outlasts the walls or ceilings as if it was...
