by Helen Ivory | Oct 27, 2018 | 2018 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
The Slip This is the bay Where you walked into The sea. Today We bring a dog, Collared in a blue Silk bow, to get some air. I see you out there, A silver kite, trailing Seagulls. Almost waving. Nicholas McGaughey is an actor....
by Helen Ivory | Oct 26, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
Blade A vacuum between school and college. Mournful of a lack of cash, I negotiated A chore. To stagger a scythe amongst Forestial grass, The iron ripping Vegetation. I was a pioneer. The birds saw a dyspraxic wielding a Rusty weapon liberated...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 25, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
Word Child The child who has never seen trees won’t trust words because there’s never not another, better way to say it. She thinks word lovers are like over-eager victorian collectors pinning down butterflies and beetles in glass coffins....
by Helen Ivory | Oct 24, 2018 | 2018 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Obit. (After César Vallejo) i will die in london in the neighbourhood i grew up in outside the town hall on the high street. i will have been stabbed and my killer will look just like me so no-one will look for him. my body will remain dead...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 23, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
Jezebel Since the dogs had devoured her flesh, their faces painted red, so that their teeth appeared white as chalk headstones, her bones became jealous and rose up, placing themselves before her mirror, the index finger of the right hand...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 20, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
soundstream cicadas screeching in the night a sound stream falling to a river winding to a southern sea mud bubbling in the es tu a ry as slow ly sleep comes Nick Carding’s poetry and short fiction has appeared online and in...
