by Helen Ivory | Aug 8, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
Returned by Angels Mum said her purse was Returned by angels. When she was excited she sang when she spoke. I nodded as she added, Fell out of the sky. That’s what the lady said. Fell out of the sky and landed by her feet. Said she found...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 7, 2018 | 2018 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Empire The river has called for you. You step onto the light of day as you climb out from a granite tunnel carved from the mantle. The water has formed small grey pools in your feet and it soaks you. A pale spider is hanging from a hollow...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 6, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
Clematis One by one its pale buds lift like Chinese lanterns to splutter into soft-edged stars the stamens within thin spurts of fire – sparks feeling in to the dark green flowers that appear to blink bedazzled: blonde and thickly lashed,...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 5, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
Hive To The Operators Again I punched your number into my phone so hard I think that you heard the thuds and dial tones. As when you answered after one sharp ring you didn’t sound surprised that I was calling. I only whistled lullabies and our...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 4, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
10,000 Men So there you were, in the Casino, at the roulette wheel with a stack of chips in front of you and, you said, ten thousand men looking over your shoulder all breathless from not knowing what number you’d play next. A martini sat one side of you,...
