by Helen Ivory | Jan 20, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
Heirlooms When she died, her possessions lived the more, memories glistening in crystal, served on bone china, ticking in the works of a souvenir wall-clock. Even the most useless of her things, like the shoe with broken heel, a scratched...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 19, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
On Harrow Gate Drive We’re convinced we have everything— complementary patterns of color entwined with sleep, the possibility to rise above earth, captivations to entertain in your own private prisons, hazards to stumble upon during your midnight...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 18, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
A Simple Dish Bones of the sea pour out a salt shaker into the pot. Delicate, desiccated hedge from far, far away adds flavour and aroma. Dried fungi float, neither plant nor animal, unique in this world – trick of evolution or God’s...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 17, 2018 | Reviews
Which of us hasn’t yearned for an artist’s hut – that womb like space in which to delve for truths? Gustav Mahler’s little chalet in the Vienna Woods peeps out from between fir trees on the cover of Alan Price’s newest pamphlet. Mahler himself emerges from...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 16, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
Second Screening I gaze at my imperfect breasts, Scarred by two other operations And wonder what I’ll feel If it is third time unlucky. It’s odd that losing one Would terrify most women, But with me, it’s thoughts of Leaving things undone, unsaid,...
