by Helen Ivory | Nov 13, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Afterwards That very last night at my parents’ house it was as though a blackbird waited on the fence and, watching, saw my tears, flew down, pecked into the crack, opening, its sharp yellow beak homing straight to the heart. It drew blood, pulled...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 12, 2019 | Reviews
The Unknown Civilian is a magic book. It has magic spread all through it. Antony Owen faces up to the atrocities of war and speaks on behalf of all who it sweeps away or has left behind. He questions the skewed morality war lets loose – as in anything...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 11, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Bear for Stewart Harris Betrayal will happily walk with you, knows your patterns, the roof-runs and dead ends of conflict. Conflict will lift you skyward, then lay you down on the broken dirt. Stew woke clean white and wondered if this was...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 8, 2019 | 2019 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Moments of Vision The ultrafuturistic train glides in, and the station crystallises round it, sparkling marble and sky blue daylight. We glide out, the track beneath us imperceptibly smooth. England is becoming Tuscany by stealth. The cities...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 7, 2019 | 2019 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
The Day his Father Left He had to write about yesterday. How could he, given what had happened? And how was it possible to write about anything else? His classmates’ pens were already moving, writing about the ordinary. His pen was still. He...
