by Helen Ivory | Oct 9, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Fukushima staggered by a blow six hundred million times more fierce than the first time man delivered a sun to bloom and scorch upon her loam untold shadows no fire this time in shattering waves though now, as then, so many souls vanished from this...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 8, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Virgo “Trying”. It’s what the horoscope always says. Virgo: persevering, determined, thorough. Like a dreary school report the same from year to year,
“Tries hard. Tries hard”, but never “Could try harder”. It’s like being trapped beneath an unsafe inn...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 7, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Stars The stars were falling kamikaze. We traced their arcs in the black while you talked them down. We are stars you say. Crescendos of bits thrown in fits, explosions casting us adrift. No wonder we feel so jumbled nothing quite fitting as fragments...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 6, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Void I imagine that this is like being inside the song blue velvet, dark as fifties crooners Silencing as drinking ink, flows in my nose and ears and mouth not suddenly but with permission I could crawl inside it and sleep soundly dreamless, I imagine...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 5, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
stars perhaps the palm of my hand must always turn into the back of my hand just like that perhaps life must always be taken apart and put back together again just to see how it really works once I climbed on a roof but it was no good the world beneath...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 4, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
When I die I want my ashes packed into a rocket and fired into space. I want to be the crowd of stars where Love hid his face, the fistful of filings we stole from the jar in a dull Chemistry lesson and sprinkled on the burner; How I’ll fizz and crackle;...
