by Helen Ivory | Apr 28, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
My friend If you were a very nice, capable and patient person, my friend Ivy was better than that. If you had an expensive dress, her’s was even more expensive. If you were really happy, Ivy would have captivated you, very soon. As time passed by I learned to...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 27, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Held in hold we are hip to hip your palm pressed firm in the small of my back fingerprints left on vertebrae, the flexing of the chord in hold your heart beats in my chest and rattles bones, busting in or out I can’t decide, your gut wrestling mine to the floor,...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 26, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Coober We know the list, but we still write it down: Milk opal, resin opal, wood opal, menilite, Muller’s glass, siliceous sinter, fire opal, Peruvian opal, black opal. The overhead projector makes a noise like a click beetle flexing its abdomen, until it stops at...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 25, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Manuel Cortez and the Immortal Tree “A tree that is left growing in its natural state is a crude thing”
Minamoto no Shitagō There was nothing left for me except to chase the ghosts of Cabral, Columbus and de Gama to the edge of the world which is...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 24, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Clinic I knock on the iron door. My knuckle bounces off the cold surface sending the sound back into the cutting air. I wrap my coat sleeve around my knuckle and I bang it again, thud, thud, thud, trapping the sound at the point of contact, muffling it into place like...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 23, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Mother St. Anthony, please look around; something is lost and must be found. She will find you. She will find you under bedsheets at night, she will work arrhythmias into your sleep. Your pupils will shut out almost everything, except her eyes; those brown beads,...
