by Helen Ivory | Mar 18, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Sometimes when I miss you I buy bananas and I don’t mind if they’re unripe and stick to the roof of my mouth. I picture you – empty purse in one hand, birthday bunch for mother in the other – smack against a father raging at your...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 17, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Insistent Camel Ends up, I am left with him. He spits, too. But neither of us has much say in the matter. I pack a block for climbing onto him; he lifts his chin and shoulders his jellied reserves. He’ll need them where we’re going, me slotted on his...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 16, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
When you were small I was a pig that rolled in mud and a fence to keep horses in. You rode the alligator and laughed down asphalt double whees. Frosty smoked a hammer then. God made little green aliens– we lured them out with bacon bits. We clapped...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 15, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Food Match We recommend that Zaleo be served between 14 and 18ºC. Why not sip it leisurely on its own or pair it with tasty Spanish tapas, especially cheese or Ibérico ham? It glistens on the wooden stand, a black trotter pointed upwards as if...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 14, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
On Twitter after Kenneth Koch Jokes on Twitter Mostly I am with the man who said: ‘Missed the dawn chorus. Please retweet.’ Mornings on Twitter Are wasted mornings Poetry on Twitter You cannot find Seamus Heaney on Twitter Multiple Identities on Twitter...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 13, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
What is coming? Regarding the sweet potatoes on the wall; consider the texture of their knobbly skin and knowing eyes against the pitted stone; when a rough boy bounces out, bat ears, brown eyes, curled teeth, doused in dirt. Shrill screaming...
