by Helen Ivory | Aug 29, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Images In the evening we went to the lake to collect our images. There were fish and trees, boulders and algae. The algae spread like a stomach of the lake. The boatman poked sticks in its stomach and came up with leaves which would turn food for...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 28, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Taming the Tiger On days like this I imagine he watches from a bench in the park. Having eaten his sandwiches and fed the birds he spends the rest of the hour observing the comings and goings and when he yawns it is a great yawn of possibility and all...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 27, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Stateless Adapted from the Renaissance French of Francois Villon (b. 1431) & the Hungarian of György Faludy (1910-2006) I’ve proudly wrapped my dazzling sky around me yet I have found one faithful friend: the fog. In...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 26, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Edinburgh Arrivals Her flight touched down at eight fifteen. Deceit. It had got her this far, and it had got her here on time. Deceit was an ally, it could be depended on. She loved her family, she loved them all, but she needed this, she needed to be...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 25, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
1347 People are getting betrothed, and wearing green, and going on pilgrimages. There is harvesting, and hawking, and amorous conversation. The sky is unquizzably blue but the saints are in it, and they’re waiting for your call. God is an edible presence....
by Helen Ivory | Aug 24, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Monday Night Encased in Wissahickon Stone walls heavy pine tables are circled by padded chairs. A couple sits across the room, she’s not too happy as he orders take out for his wife. Through the divide a mahogany bar ornate mirrored back with chalk...
