by Helen Ivory | Feb 21, 2017 | 2017 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Two Attempts at a Theory of History All I want to say Is that perhaps history Means the striking of a match In a doorway to protect the flame From half-hearted sleet or mizzling rain. Or, seen another way, What history represents Is a choir of the...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 20, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
Suspicious Nouns She tells him that she loves him. She tells him that she feels bad. She tells him that she feels bad because she’s cheating on her boyfriend with him. She wonders if he suspects her. She tells him that if she found out that he was...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 19, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
Egg V: Hatching This morning, I am frozen by the fecundity of birds: their binge-drunk chorus is already Greek and monstrous as Sirens, even before the sun catches up with the day. What if they sing through the window and into the bed where I lie curdled –...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 18, 2017 | 2017 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Goldfish on the Coast How close we came to leaving each other on the hard shoulder, walking in different directions, following the line of fields for lonely miles then hitching a lift – me toward the sea, you with a spirit level back to the...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 17, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
PG Certificate Denholm is leaning Joan’s DVD of The Trial (the Welles adaptation) against his window, overlooking the gravel driveway. On the cover, a collage: Jeanne Moreau looks back nervily (off-guard at the sight of Anthony Perkins’s steeled...
