by Helen Ivory | Mar 26, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
fourth step “made a fearless and searching moral inventory of ourselves” my first fourth step on the porch of the halfway house out in the country 40 men for four months smoking maybe a million cigarettes I sat with Doug notebook in hand he would...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 25, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Ear Worm (2018 ABC) What keeps me awake at night: tumble-drying in the warm utility of the mind, rotating with the work shirts and her unforgiving thongs is not the crises of the world: fat thumb of the despot’s hand above the small red...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 24, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Tunnel The road runs below the river lengthwise, and it’s hard to get your head around as you drive along sub-aqua, going with the flow. No-one jumps when a frog flops onto the bonnet. Two ducks take the exit for Toledo; nobody gets into a flap....
by Helen Ivory | Mar 23, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Not again You haven’t left the house all week and blame the flu, but something else has kept you in, cocooned in tog of duck feather and down, books on your lap, a cat and dog for company, Sky Movies on tap. You sense the hills you’ve grown to...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 22, 2019 | 2019 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Night Crawler What a smashed glass heavens for her glossy body to break out into. Her corrugate, limb slithers her head emerges from black like Orpheus, leaving her tail – like Persephone, below. You call her yeth worm, lob night crawler,...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 21, 2019 | 2019 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
from Shakespeare Variations The Mistress of Cawdor Her determined hand feels the stones. Their strength is in the coldness, or so she has learned from life. She has sought the life of stones with walls to defend her ambition. From the castle keep...
