by Helen Ivory | Feb 9, 2019 | 2019 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Stonecutter What tool is best to slice the skull apart, to split it neatly, cleanly as a melon, and winkle out that small stone at the temple, cuddled up like a frog in its deep-mud winter burrow, growing fat as its skin sucks in the life of its host?...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 8, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Circles A ping-pong chat with a stranger, dots join to form a picture – his steering wheel will turn towards you. However, you hear zero and confide in doughnuts. A ring from a friend marking twenty years, you see a green light for the next thirty – yet...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 7, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Elementary Elements The elementals element-speak to each other more deeply than clever machines pinging out ones and zeroes. That is what the wind said ripping through the woods, an angry verdict blown down from an arctic conscious of living,...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 5, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
His Arms were Cold and Red When he lowered in the fish, they sank belatedly, like coins and just sat there on the plastic liner waiting for night or the first algae to cover their piebald backs. We knew how foolish he felt; he stopped using the patio. We...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 4, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Daddy is a Mackerel Now something inside daddy snagged he tripped and tumbled down the spiral stairs down past ape and quadruped to splash deep in his fish self. finding no purchase in his silver eyes she finally recoiled from the horror of his...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 3, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Promises This year, I resolve, to travel once around the sun. To notice the moon’s faces, and the stars insistent percussion. I will eye myself in raindrops that cling to naked twigs, and elongate each moment. Anything is possible. This year, it will be...
