by Helen Ivory | Jul 10, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
Aunt Vera and Uncle… Half a picture, half a story. I didn’t know my uncle’s face or even his name – he was Vera’s Mistake, Vera’s Good for Nothing, the mysterious Him of family legend. And though I often wanted to snip my brother out of family...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 9, 2018 | 2018 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
There is something more Mostly now I want to Slit the throat Of every sunset Then stroke its cheap bleached hair And tell it Everything will be ok Sometimes This sadness is So sweet That all you can do Is smile As the tingle Moves all through you As you...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 8, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
Explosion at Michelle’s cafe A waitress brushes against the lilac tree setting the spider’s line vibrating, and sending a bullet train of sunlight along the line, betraying the trap. So the dark line of refracted light expands across the sky...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 7, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
The Shed that Stored Africa We stuffed Mogadishu behind the rusty rear wheel of Ben’s old bike. Spokes of shadow slice the city whenever the sun cuts through a crack in the door. That rusty Dulux tin is Aden. The garrison formed column of fours,...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 5, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
toby is reading in a park toby is reading in a park. no, well – i guess he’s writing now. he left the holiday apartment because his friend wanted to meet a girl from tinder. tinder is like a menu for the bored. toby is lost. he knows he is in...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 4, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
A House for Tiny Spirits When I die, trap my soul in a birdcage With a little plastic bath, and a plastic bowl for food Wrap the bars in cellophane so I can’t slip through Because I will never be ready to go. I will learn all the right songs to...
