by Helen Ivory | May 20, 2018 | Reviews
The author of this cerebral and assured debut is the joint editor of a magazine called Kaffeeklatsch. Its manifesto suggests (in the midst of a post-modern welter of interlocking footnotes) that the reader of poetry ‘must be like the cat, flirt with...
by Helen Ivory | May 19, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
Their small day The trunk is carried down from the attic, the dress beaten and hung out to bleach. After the truck dust clears 100 white plastic chairs are unstacked into a grin. The ceremony spot is tagged in black gaffer tape, out of Zip Lock primrose,...
by Helen Ivory | May 17, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
Daffodils Please take away the Egyptian Cotton sheets, the memory foam mattress-topper. Give me a room in a house without central heating. Without daffodils. Audacious daffodils – poking through the thick hide of winter...
by Helen Ivory | May 16, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
The Public World of Mania A cereal box is so exciting – the colours wonderful and ignorant and I taste nothing because I am fast. There is a waterfall through my head I never sleep, why waste time? I speed race in running shoes red shoes and...
by Helen Ivory | May 15, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
Help Me, Don’t Put Your Hands on Me Ashamed to let my GP touch me because she knows ‘where I’ve been’ She’d be repulsed at my violated body And inside I want to scream I wear baggy clothes, I’m contaminated And I just want to cover up Not just my...
