by Helen Ivory | Feb 25, 2013 | Prose & Poetry, Word & Image
An afternoon with the Fates After they cut the thread, I just lay there; each small spine-bone supine, searching the hard floor beneath me. There are no maps for moments like this. If only my bag could open its puckered mouth and give up an...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 24, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Surfin’ Safari for a Small Town Boy The best pop is like a rush of lust – Alastair McKay The deuce coupe threads the dunes, back of the sands: her daddy’s car, but he will understand that parties must be seized, she...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 23, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
A Necessary Answer: It runs from me on the pavement, concrete stomp after concrete stomp. It hides in common corners, the corner bus stop with its cement bench that smells of other people’s problems, the corner in the library where my...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 22, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Compass the lion in the lute or the lion locked in stone WALLACE STEVENS You gave me all the direction I could take; geographic, plus notes on my performance; that eyeless iron arrow, a servant of purpose that pushed me over undulating dunes...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 21, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
The Implantations (sycamore) Nobody tells them this, nobody says it’s time to uncurl the fat green clocksprings of their hearts and no one invited them to do it here, the order of it unexplained untaught, the hunt for light the root for damp, how...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 20, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
oracle and she said I had been a pig in rural Ireland one of Shakespeare’s groundlings a Neapolitan song a Polish engine driver a map of Europe an incense bearer in Santiago de Compostela thunder on Helvellyn a stinging nettle and Alexander...
