by Helen Ivory | Apr 26, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Tattooing Ourselves at School Do you remember the day we tattooed ourselves at school? We huddled within our homemade shelter, lidded desk unfolded before us. Our skin cut by my compass that never knew its purpose, had danced along every desk,...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 25, 2019 | 2019 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Possession You have stolen my ears and filled my mouth with ash. My hands and feet are your servants running errands through shifting labyrinths, according to your whim. On every cell of my body your name is stamped. You have buried my feelings in...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 24, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Just Another Human-Interest Story So we were fucking, right? Or maybe we’d just finished draped about like Tristan and Isolde twisted sheets casual genitalia London’s Calling faintly from the jukebox outside the road sweeper’s staccato...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 23, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
How Much Sickness Are We Talking, Exactly? For Ben For we’ve already had more than our fair share, fevered and sweaty in our whirlwind love, and are you sick of me yet, darling? Anyway as I fall over, fall further into this, as a date is set, as...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 22, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
raised in the wrong ways I’ve never been any good at fire-safety because I was raised to be a sacrifice by men who explode & the word belief by women who bleed one way or another- mother… he threatened to slit his throat in front of us when we...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 21, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
poem for the fine art of immortality spirits larger than the summer sun and how high were we flying when we got the news about cobain’s death? how fast were we driving trying to leave all the pain of that last grey winter behind? and i don’t think...
