by Helen Ivory | Jun 19, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
When It Rains and No-One Else is Around I mimic that previous moon, whose drowning was little more than murk-filled puddles and longwave radio crawling up walls – in wheezing lines of French; I remember mornings after, of exploding skulls and...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 18, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
Father The child is the father of the man’- William Wordsworth In the beginning, you laughed at everything. You rubbed your heels together to make blood soak the blankets in the cot. Dreaming of milk and cats, you pissed in arcs and woke up, wet. Then,...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 17, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
Great-Granddaughter When I arrived you called me John, Katie’s John, I guess, mixed up with me in the background meadow of memory. I sat Therese on your mattress but cradled her away when her babble started flicking at your lids, her blindness shining...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 16, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
Fisherdad i dropped knees into oil, scum that lined the pier, called out, voice sore as cut-glass salt, tongue a quivering just-caught flounder – baltic, brassic, coin scales worthless u spat into sea, delved for a wet wink, masked a tear in need of blinking...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 15, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
Nesting Doll Plump procreant ground down until bland enough to empty, to bear, clammed in her place. Cleaved into wood, black core, arms fist-grip twist her in two, smiling, “I did.” Helen Freeman published Broken post-accident in...
