by Helen Ivory | Dec 5, 2021 | Featured, Prose
Empty plate Sister Agostina would turn purple seeing Gloria eat in such a way: sitting on a chair with her legs against the table and the plate of spaghetti on her knees. She wolfs it down, taking big forkfuls. It feels tender and it’s tasty after...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 4, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
Sand Angels Sand angels are ghosts we make while still living— giant stick birds all wings and no feet Gordon Taylor (he/him) is a queer poet who walks an ever-swaying wire of technology, health care and poetry. His poems have...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 3, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
Waterlogged In the tight clench of hormone-drunk years the shape of skin and skeleton just sinks your flooded self, all bogged with life’s full stops and every-day disaster. And so it seems the house is porous – our bricks that promised...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 2, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
Pause a crow much wet by rain falling in massive subtractions almost a dark shadow perched on a wire with washings beak dripping words now halted by fatigues of itineraries neck subdued by water’s weight feathers drizzling alone looked straight...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 1, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
Such a Victorian The bird that flutters reaches out Into time; knee-deep in nerve gas, At the cemetery gates, the children play Like half-opened flowers on a breeze; but, Deep in the coffers beneath that layer of non- Sense all along the...
