by Helen Ivory | Mar 30, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
Shelter It starts with a whisper, closing from the West ripples across stooped hills, grows grumbling to a moan. Light dips behind low clouds; wind presses clothes to limbs, then rain slants sideways cold from the weighted sky....
by Helen Ivory | Mar 28, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
On the Surface of the Moon my friend tells me he cannot see the lights on the surface of the moon because there is a patch of the bad thing in his heart so I tell him to look now at the sinking birds kissing the taller plants around us he can...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 27, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
The Crowman A thick haze of smoke still lay across the fields. From just a few yards away, the scavengers were all but invisible as they performed their grim, yet profitable task. The two Englishmen worked methodically, stripping the dead of their...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 26, 2018 | 2018 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Blind Eyelids still sewn, wild kitten rabbit dip-hopped across our path: where mum, what eat, who there. In the field, crow blew at a hankied beak, crossed its legs, cawed bone pretended to read the Gazette. We pondered...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 25, 2018 | Prose & Poetry, Word & Image
I want 2 b naked on your regal mountain I want 2 absorb your hand with mine from fingertip 2 palm, 2 finger tip Sascha Aurora Akhtar, is a trans-race, multi-dimensional, sub rosa poeto/story-bot. She was patented in Pakistan. Had...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 24, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
Thirteen Ways Of Looking At Orange After Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird by Wallace Stevens I With longing And sharp nails I consider the orange. II Five oranges perch in their little tree Exuding banal sweetness. III Lust for orange...
