by Helen Ivory | May 5, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
The Cut I inked the inside of my heart that day on Rosie Ward where the whole clean grid was a whitewashed board and everywhere ideas were being born to women with soft arms and skin traceable to Bethlehem. Trying to recite the words were leaking...
by Helen Ivory | May 4, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
Spotting Socrates at a Wetherspoons Socrates drink your wine at the other end of the bar away from me Socrates go drink your wine in the ancient sun Don’t you know we came here for beer and breakfast? Socrates stroke your beard shake your thoughts from your old...
by Helen Ivory | May 3, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
midnight poem his blood was black he climbed to the highest branches that would hold him in the end of the world start of the world corvid tree featherless plucked and clean he lay before the no star sky in the unmoon night he opened his...
by Helen Ivory | May 2, 2017 | Reviews
Moonrise has the cool, bright quality of its namesake. Pale grey cover, simple clarity of title and lunar etching. And the paper – what joy. Its strong, stippled surface is a reminder that books start life as plants. Creating marginalia is a treat which...
by Helen Ivory | May 1, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
Inside a Clock I peered inside a clock and wish I hadn’t. Taken apart it was emptied out on a counter for repair, the owner claiming it ran slow, a minute later ticking too rapid to circle the periphery of day. The reverse order of what a stopped...
