by Helen Ivory | Jan 11, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
Cousin partition Lahore, 1960 We have caught a spy from across the border the kind of traitor our teacher warned us of with brazen suitcases stuffed with unfolded thoughts tie her up in the basement with her own plats our aunt is looking for her thinks...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 10, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
Koba Koba was old and not very handsome. He wore a dark leather coat that would have been expensive, had it not been so tattered. Underneath, his spine was fine and curved. I often heard him wheezing outside my window. Peeking through the blinds, I could...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 9, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
Delta My mind is afraid of deep sleep. So much threatens it it won’t give up control to the slow waves it makes itself. It keeps me in the shallows eyes flickering over what I know already until I surface exhausted out of a night of more of...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 8, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
Westminster ‘Emily Wilding Davison. Found hiding in crypt of Westminster Hall’ – Census of England and Wales, 1911 Note the Enumerator’s slip of the wrist in his legalese. Yes, she is sole occupant of this space between gold-lacquered sainthood and ‘School...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 7, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
Natural Dark clouds block the light, bar one entire field on fire from a single ray of sun. A minx waits till the trees turn, then steals through dewy grass taking a red hen’s companion. She swells her burnt umber breast, about to give up eggs and feathers,...
