by Helen Ivory | Jul 31, 2020 | Featured, Poetry, Reviews
The title of this collection is taken from a poem with that name in the book. Was it night fall or the sun eloping with a cloud? No one knew for sure but whatever the cause the shadow factory vanished. The poem in its entirety is about the demolition and...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 30, 2020 | Featured, Poetry, Prose
Chemical Elements and Waste They’re playing card games in the garden. Whenever I shuffle the card pack or sniff their coffee, or shift their keys, they get furious. ‘You have no place here, Spotty’, they point a finger at me. ‘Keep out of the way....
by Helen Ivory | Jul 29, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Taxi i need t hustle i need t score i need a drink & then a few more i need a hand t get t my feet i need an elbow t cross th street i need a hug baby i need a kiss i need t skip th preliminaries i need a proxy an adult toy i need a girl...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 28, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Night Owl In the worrisome hours before dawn you’d be up quartering the house for silent chores. Never an easy relationship, you’d send letters or cards I treasured. Four-thirty, I’ve just finished ironing. You hated fluorescent tubes, preferred...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 27, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
The Bones Since no one’s left to pad out the story, these are the bones of it: Saturday evening, an RAF base (south Yorkshire, most likely), the last weeks of World War Two. The lads fix to meet at a hotel in town – they might not be here next...
