by Helen Ivory | Mar 1, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
Nude in flux Bold typed I filled the silver page set in alchemical frame of wardrobe doors post-shower and pre-afternoon. Toady contours and pregnant boy jabs howl to the grey window and rest like something awful walking through a house you...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 28, 2018 | 2018 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Milk and Honey It’s 22:37 and I look down and see you. You’ve had another hard day; I’m not surprised you look so sad. I’m sure you are thinking of the good old days; those days when you were idle; those days when you were framed in soft...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 26, 2018 | Reviews
This is a book of great clarity. Its poems draw strength from the twin securities of family and place before striking out boldly to engage with themes of death and loss. Dónall Dempsey’s new collection deftly shows readers how: ‘[t]he flag of self...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 25, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
Bishop Shock at Inverallan Games Sandy Brodie pushed open the door of the Inverallan Barber’s. Lachie Brown was in the chair, with Jim MacBeth, the barber, in attendance and Willie Bain next in line for a haircut. ‘Aye boys, helluva storm oot...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 24, 2018 | 2018 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Lobster tail Uncommon to find such a thing up here, beyond the exhausted seaweed, vacated mussel shells and limp trawlermen’s gloves in bleached out blue or yellow rubber, their fingers often present if somewhat perished; but there it was, cradled among...
