by Helen Ivory | Sep 1, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
Love Child of a Curtain Twitcher She tiptoes on the high wire antennas sprouting between the houses, I view her perilous weaving dance through the lattice of my peephole. The devil’s in her cape of hips, little revolutions tumble out of her toes,...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 31, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
Sunset without sight My senses change as the planet turns away from light. I close my eyes. The space between my ears goes numb. My wrist bones disengage, reach out to fingers fanned like a sea bird’s wing. A rhythm dances in my forehead. Every breath lifts...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 30, 2017 | Reviews
Writing in 1989, scholar Werner Sollors caused a bit of a stir when he challenged the concept of ethnicity as a hermetic, immutable category. Sollors describes ethnic groups as existing within history and as highly unstable and pliable...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 29, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
The Piano One time you bought a baby grand, perhaps imagining someone in the family developing culture, as a petri dish grows mould. I wandered into the formal room, back of the house, for Christmas and best. Sat at the beautiful piano. Couldn’t...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 28, 2017 | 2017 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Mundesley I stand on one of the groynes as if posing for an album cover behind me in the cold arcade coins drop into penny falls it is December and everyone is losing because whatever they win is never something they want they leave with hands...
