by Helen Ivory | Sep 23, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Your body is small as a folded receipt in a pocket and he clings to it like drowning in a downy nightgown. he believes he is wrapping you in silk so smooth you can forget his rutting crotch like a hog come to water. you are impassive; you look at...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 22, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Sea Triptych Caught at the cusp just as the tide starts to ebb fingers of dark rock, orthogonal to the waterline reach out towards the setting sun. The sun, covered by thin cloud, casts silver light right up to where the sea’s foam hits the darker...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 21, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Winter Road I after Georgia O’Keeffe It’s not exactly a road, more the idea of one and maybe not even that, a symbol, a cedilla, this mirror-written C that sweeps across the canvas, kinking at the top, where Route 84 mounts the crest of a rise,...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 20, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Mother to daughter Rejection tastes like stale beer, stinks like old carpets, cup- a soup. Other people’s grime greases the corners of a rented flat, floating, unmoored in some Midlands town where the rain is unrelenting. The cream immobile phone...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 19, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Ignitor propellant In a gun the main propellant charge needs energy supplied as heat, before it will react and burn. The heat is supplied by the ignitor system that consists of a type of propellant that requires little energy to burn, but is...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 19, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Opting For Happiness She puts her child in the car seat on the right side of the pickup. It is a ripe Indian summer day. The smoke-like dust from the dry dirt road swirls in the slight breeze and then is no more. R. Gerry Fabian is a...
