by Helen Ivory | Dec 14, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
Midnight at the Optician’s After hours, in the dark, the shop watches itself. Frames on racks ranged in rows — plastic, titanium, rimless — try to outstare each other. The couple in the poster by the door gaze dreamily through spectacles far out...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 12, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
Last Taboo The one certainty in life. One word we dread to mention. Instead, he made frog noises caroled with the cygnus kicked off his wooden working shoes applied his foot to the pail, hard toppled off the budgie support removed the taught spring of...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 11, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
Fire lantern It’s a discredit to us, we humans, that when something moves out of the sky, something like a ball of light, we don’t see it. We catch a glimpse maybe, yes. But do we see? Do we take the time to watch it, like a slow hand moving one...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 10, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
Sharpened Razor Tongue She always arrives late, twittering, apologies wrapped in a high-pitched parcel. Slithering to the head of the table, she places herself at the helm of the evening, wrists splayed like bird bones across the arms of the...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 9, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
Mi Amigo We’re at the rental place at the beach. 3 AM I’m up reading waiting for the pain pills to kick in (back legs shoulders arms from fighting the waves and the woods) when I notice a giant spider crawling across the ceiling heading our way....
by Helen Ivory | Dec 8, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
Wisdom Once to receive blessings of wisdom to all from the God, a group prayer was organized by the people of all over the world. Being happy the God gave blessings of wisdom to all. To receive wisdom, people started to challenge the God’s...
