by Helen Ivory | Jan 8, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Landscapes with Buses On both sides of the frontline, people buy and sell goods, occupy central squares and the shops are open. Buses run on schedule. Business as usual. Until noon. Fewer and fewer civilians in this remote, other town,...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 7, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Urban Chaos Part 7 Over and over, problems take the political route. Politician on TV: yes there’s urban chaos and we are seeing into it besides says another, it’s not just neighborhoods in decline, moral values descend the closer you...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 6, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Tenderness Drop a heart into a glass watch the glass start to expand place a lid or plate over its circular top; Hear the slowing beat pulsate allow oxygen to circulate. The heart will become an unripe cacti fresh and cold, bulging in liquid...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 5, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Slim a ragged shirt and a chest like a broken toast rack. I am a tall man, well jawed, but skinny, not slim; there’s a difference and I think it’s a lot of in the way you carry yourself. sometimes I can be slim; I walk down Camden St...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 4, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
On yoga and stuff The buff and mindful spend their time hefting dumbbells, honing Downward Dog. It is self-love of course, but also anti-human, a pitiful shot at spurning the lumpy and perverse. Charlie Hill is a critically acclaimed...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 21, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
Three tanka from Staithes This busy half-hour — a heron has come and gone, gauzy fog grown dense, rising tide of afternoon gained an inch against my boot * On the darkened beach, lamplight from a single room in a bungalow cut loose on the...
