by Helen Ivory | May 9, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
Education I’ll tell you who I think about in the late hours, the wee cold down hours, the spare slow bare hours, when sleep slopes laughing from the bed, when the crowd kicks at the lame foot of it and you welcome in all the faces of the midnight...
by Helen Ivory | May 8, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
iMay i lay inside you listening … the washing machine and kettle are dreaming the fridge shivers as time falsely smiles under the impression it’s a neon star sixty seconds worth of fame i spoon into your breathing lullaby of life you hold...
by Helen Ivory | May 7, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
Dormitory Ghosts After lights out here they come in unwieldy crocodile. The girl who claimed she saw God’s face in a digestive biscuit. The girl who went to Matron suffering with stigmata. The girl who believed she was Mary Magdalen. The girl who drew a...
by Helen Ivory | May 4, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
From Egon Shiele’s House in Cesky Krumlov Looking down on the Vltava river yellow leaves splattering the glassy surface. Seconds later brushed away by the current. Children playing in a kindergarten: roars, rolling screams, cries of delight colour...
by Helen Ivory | May 3, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
Tattoo I said my goodbyes last night. Stood naked full length at the mirror fossiled with fingerprints; studying the canvas of my left arm and chest as if it were an old friend I knew I wouldn’t see again. He asks if I’m ready. His...
