by Helen Ivory | Jun 5, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Unearthing The little black clutch waited to present itself, slyly hidden in Nan’s nylon shopper, fondly fingered a thousand times, before faded faux leather muscled to the fore. I picked it up like a new thing; smelt old. Took a breath and delved inside...
by Ivory Web | Jul 10, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
EastertideThe day he rose from the dead, who’d have thought that your headwould crack like an egg on the floorand all the doctors and nurses couldn’t put you back together.So clever, you travelled through timeand woke me to say goodbye.Now there’s a big village gap...
