by Helen Ivory | Jun 21, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
The Tracks of My Hands What if I said I knew from the beginning That to capture A molecule of your fire Within a whisper Would be my greatest triumph And as I begin to release The fragments Of the constellation I was once told to hold tight I leave behind A trail of...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 20, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
North Berwick Law Climbing the volcano’s Constipated gut, a basalt core That still resists the everyday Seduction of the rain Smoothing and dissolving. Half-way up asking Why are we doing this? Our feet slide on Liquorish-drop rabbit turds The...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 19, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Belemnite: The wind lashes my cheeks and strands of untamed hair escape from my scarf. False footed by the incline, I lose my nerve and shelter by the rocks. But Tommy strides the beach, his eyes fixed to the ground. Each time he shows a specimen to the expert, his...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 18, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
At Land’s End we take turns at squeezing our heads and the milepost into the viewfinder. After the shutter’s chink we follow that tiny, white rectangle as it blinks off on, somewhere behind the lens where England is loaded like the Google Earth globe ready, whenever...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 17, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Bang on Summer for Candi Girl, you look like summer to me Girl, you bang on summer to me But wait! I am a smoky town shadow A lonesome shape A sad beak pecking the earth The way you move across the grass A flower in your hair Your bare feet drive...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 15, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Brainer This blanched anteroom’s irksome, A shrine to Edison ’s trails With cats and dogs. Squishy seals, a queasy camera-lens. Crabbedness of scalding muscle. Water-salt that sopped electrodes Is dust. You have passed into a frame. The body streams As life empties....
