Ivy Alvarez

(- / Philippines)

Ivy Alvarez Poems

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1. Vena Cava 5/10/2012
2. Bend 5/10/2012
3. Years 5/10/2012
4. Waiting 5/10/2012
5. Face 5/10/2012
6. Light 5/10/2012
7. Seph 5/10/2012
8. Peach Dress 5/10/2012
9. Curing The Animal 5/10/2012
10. The Pastoralist Speaks 5/10/2012
11. Accretion To Smuggle 5/10/2012
12. An Urban Dictionary: 1 5/10/2012
13. Three Room Dwelling (Baby’s Crib) 5/10/2012
14. Three Room Dwelling (Buck Shot) 5/10/2012
15. Atomic #81 5/10/2012
16. Dr. Beaurieaux Observes 5/10/2012
17. There 5/10/2012
18. Her Skin's Movement 5/10/2012
19. Auricle, Ventricle 5/10/2012
20. Demeter Sleeps 5/10/2012
21. Falling In Love 5/10/2012
22. Fish Hooks 5/10/2012
23. The Barren Rose-Bush 5/10/2012
24. Specere 5/10/2012
25. Hours 5/10/2012
26. Earth 5/10/2012
27. Moth 5/10/2012
28. Of Gods & Insects 5/10/2012
29. A Memory Of Breasts 5/10/2012
30. The Museum Of Inexplicable History 5/10/2012
31. Visit 5/10/2012
32. Fossil 5/10/2012
33. The Secret Sister 5/10/2012

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  • john baker (11/18/2017 5:35:00 AM)

    thanks for ur support whilst Maila has been OS Craig Carly and Parker (cardiac and breast cancer interventions) travelled from Melbourne in July for my 70th. do u understand the stress of full time caring? There is NO POETIC JUSTICE JUST US I PRAISE JESUS FOR HIS INTERVENTION IN MY LIFE

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Best Poem of Ivy Alvarez

The Secret Sister

She appeared in the meadow, two hours after dawn, nightgown fluttering in her wake as the sun gilded the hills, the mist rose pale blue, a scentless smoke. Where she stood, she was a column of white and she herself pale, lips bluing, too, hair a black waterfall. Turning to look at her, the cold grabbed at the skin of my belly, my calves. In a minute, she was younger by a year. You could see it, like taking a watch pin between finger and thumb, and winding it backwards. Shrinking into her clothes, hair rising, skin tightening, smoothing, plumping up, chest-height, waist-height, knee-height, the...

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Moth

pale white body against the glass
wings pressed towards the light

I am a pulse
I cannot stop beating, beating
so drawn to the alien thing

there is no time to care
the light beckons and I am there

call me ephemeral

soon the crickets will sing their cacophony
and the grass will have my dry wings

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