by Helen Ivory | Apr 29, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
She Was Sweeter Than Rain In her sleep, the next morning seemed ridiculous. Inside the effect was . . . psychological. The stress of a first time in unbreathing skin revolted the feverish night and concentration. The hunger was into something...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 28, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Big Lies Aplenty Language is a tricky business, full of shading and nuance, Power and play. I say one thing, they hear another. I say this But mean that. I’ve lied some, told the truth on occasion, Talked nonsense with a straight face, preached gospels I...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 27, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
[Don’t think I didn’t think it] Don’t think I didn’t think it running down streetlamp-lit streets, skinny jeans, razorburn between my ribs and the phone between my fingers, digital clock tick-tocking six hours until you needed to be up. Don’t think I...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 26, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
A Desirable Location the dead dug themselves up from the graveyard moved their housing over the nearby hill so they’d have a view out beyond the cliff to where sea winds lift waves high above grey-white cliffs the dead buried themselves deep under the...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 25, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Autopsy Below the towering one hundred foot canopy of river oaks and an understory of dogwoods is the brown skeleton of a dead hydrangea. There is no doubt of its morbidity since tweaking a branch results in a resounding crack. When she planted it, the...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 24, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
The Letters I Can you hear the leaves as they fall as they hit the ground with a thump the stomach, teeth, legs, and heads falling from the branches of language that can no longer hold them the curling loops undone in that Hell, the trees’ leaves...
