by Helen Ivory | Sep 5, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Eight Days in March 3-7 An oxidized tin roof slants across the lean-to picking up a matte glimmer of daylight. Shafts of sun begin to arrow through the gaps in winter’s last tier of firewood. 3-8 Thin patches of spring snow cling like...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 3, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Fianna (Fiona Russell Dodwell) attempts to write from the...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 2, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
The New World An old man’s toothless smile as his street organ plays a wild-xylophone lament. The daily grind with only a monkey to keep the company, while he tips his hat – hoping others will too. As the century turns on there is a Fortune to be made....
by Helen Ivory | Sep 1, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Mirsky’s Flight Mirsky called his wife from a pay phone at the airport. He hadn’t used one in years and was surprised at the fifty cents it cost. “Hell”, he thought, “It seems like yesterday they went to a dime.” At his age, (fifty-two) yesterday...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 31, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Hey There Dali I can hear it ticking softly between sheets that still smell of our skin; winding time weaving us together. This morning I forgot to take my watch from under your pillow. Last night you kissed me for the first time, and I am giddy,...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 30, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
this is not disorder there is no gap just twists that stick in your throat reinvent themselves in tortured itch non-sleep patterns drowning in shallow water this is how it rolls stationary shark frenzied feeding rogue...
