by Helen Ivory | Feb 2, 2020 | Featured, Poetry, Prose
John At the Food Lion south of town, at the express checkout, the clerk’s name pin reads “John.” In his thirties, thin, in black pants and a blue polo shirt, the store uniform, John has a shaved head and a scar that runs from his left ear up over...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 1, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
When I become a Rhino I’ll fill out twenty-fold, grow solid as an anvil. The horizon of me will cross the far savannah, My mouth will grow wyd, keratin thicken upward. I’ll develop rough-bark, tarmac dermal armour to deflect the sharpest barbs,...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 31, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Kandinsky called me from an opalescent sky I’ve cracked the space he said so you can read it like a poem or the transcript of a lie. Calvin Holder lives in Gloucestershire where he is much affected by...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 30, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Last Thursday in November Together Since 1957 Four newest mangy old dogs, done being punished for yesterday’s quasi-traditional jockeying to grab what they may have thought of as their fair share, one of several home-grown free range cooked...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 29, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
The Crossing Isn’t it too late? I couldn’t help asking myself time and again. It was too late: the sun was gone, my chance had left; there was only one way, and I’d have no say. I washed my hands in the stream and warmed them with my breath; I saw...
