by Helen Ivory | Mar 17, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
Your Road It’s funny When you get to know a road So well– Your road. You know Without looking up When the green light Is giving you the nod. You know To speed up Past the house with the dog Who chases cars. You know The...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 16, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
Boxed Dusk A beginning of an evening was grasped by the room whose sparse light seeped in from a solitary window. Lain on the bed, a pencilled in person noted the square of sunset with its pastel pinks, blues and greens layered over a charcoal...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 15, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
Woodrow Wilson For my ninth birthday my grandparents gave me a book of presidents which stopped at JFK. I often leafed through it, skimming the few paragraphs on each, which never criticized– they all had magic it would seem. But...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 14, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
What to Dream a lost bone two hawks a drowning ferry boat throwing shadows across a bedspread// an empty forest a burning match a borrowed apocalypse// A.J. Huffman has published thirteen full-length poetry collections, fourteen...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 13, 2018 | 2018 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
The Venue Could you please wait for the indicator buzzer on the control panel: staff will be glad to oblige. Though let’s be blunt, we want you as guinea pigs, to make you feel responsible, and see you blush. Sorry about the...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 12, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
A drunk decaying moth A drunk decaying moth hovers drip-drab through a silvered attic, at home in the folded corners of later gone unspoken. Plaits its nest in the rafters above dishevelled sheets festooned with peacock quills, uncombed, tousled...
