by Helen Ivory | Feb 9, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
Him I’ve been many things over the course of my life, some good, and some bad. I’ve said things I shouldn’t have said. Told lies I shouldn’t have told and pretended to be someone I wasn’t when I was unsure of who I was. But there’s one thing I could...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 8, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
Return Flight Tired sunburned passengers flying home from vacations puzzle over Sudoku and crosswords doze against strangers’ shoulders read thrillers and airline magazines grudgingly answer email on laptops watch Game...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 7, 2018 | 2018 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Drunken Roses The curtains’ psychedelic pattern is the only touch of sunshine in this flat. Beyond them, two artificial moons radiate tumours in the cemented garden and the city’s carrot bricks are prison walls pinching the sky. Inside, heads...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 6, 2018 | Reviews
Sunshine at the end of the world, Chris Hardy’s fine fourth collection, has time hanging over the forty nine assembled poems like the sword of Damocles; but rather than casting a shadow, Hardy’s awareness of the impermanence and fragility of things...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 5, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
Hollow Years What carves away the insides? Here, inside the apple tree, each trunk is rotted out, hollowed through. The emptiness kept growing when we weren’t looking. Now everything hangs on a shell of bark. Though somehow the tree seems to carry on, keeps...
