by Helen Ivory | Aug 3, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
The Dice-box The list of Bartholomew Marsh’s creditors encompasses several senior ministers of his Lordship Liverpool’s government, an earl, a duke and two bishops. He places on the table for one last game of Hazard a walnut dice-box fashioned for...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 2, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
Late Nights A smokeless jazz club is a garden scrubbed clean. Three girls are drumming their nails on wine-stained tables, percussion to purple tunes, ticking a rhythm that barely exists, leaning their chins on slight wrists, reminiscing. The thickness...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 1, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
The Long Swim The pool’s pure Hockney – cool, sapphire & super-real. Virginia creeper blots the retaining wall. Roses and walnuts spill from thorny burrs and a great leaf-spattered tree. A cat stretches in the grass, tumbles into its fur, I’d like to...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 31, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
those words i see laid out fuck it you understand you do you know beneath a skin & floating barely these words in solid waters sometimes.i must share space with my red guts shining.i’m a little older / a little more...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 30, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
Questions you won’t answer about mending your roof Do you scrinch your eyes to the stone as you straddle the spine? Do you look away as you finger the gaps between flags? Your shoulders are braced against the wind. I know that. Do you slide your...
