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 | Jan 24, 2020 | Featured, Poetry, Prose
Even better than the real thing You invited me to your flat. You looked ever so pleased with yourself. Your flat was a part of an older building near the park which had a beautiful lake in the middle of it, you wouldn’t think that we were in...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 3, 2020 | Featured, Poetry, Prose
Jury Duty When the official summons from the Sheriff’s department arrived in my mail box, I thought I’d been caught speeding again by the camera at an intersection in town, or they were soliciting for the Sheriff’s reelection. I was surprised it was a...
