by Helen Ivory | Jan 16, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
But The Moon Must Be Found She kept an eye out for it as she vacuumed the beds and the curtains and the corners where the old spider’s web hung on. For fun she practised saying ‘I do.’ She saw gossip in the puckered mouth of a...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 15, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
Ride The Amazing Cobra! Everything is in the open now: there you are, pinned up high like clothes thrashing on a line, and cry, scream, or hide your eyes there’s no getting off. Gravity strums at lower nerves, imagine a plane wobbling in...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 14, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
When We Were Occultists In the days when we were occultists we were dazzled by symbolism, numerology and arcane language. We’d spend an afternoon sniffing ether because that was what Crowley did and you could buy it over the counter in the chemist...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 13, 2017 | 2017 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
The Houseplant Advisor Following my own old advice I have put the first part of this, i.e. the part that came out first, at the end or, to be more precise, near the end. And it’s not always first idea first place though often it can be if one is able...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 12, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
First, to music I am forgotten music carrying chores like a bag lady as day rushes to an end weighed down by the tempo of a supermarket aisle at weekend peak-time. I direct my old jalopy into a suburban pit hidden away from sun’s last chimes which peal...
