by Helen Ivory | Oct 25, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Sailors are the wings of love Sailors are the wings of love, the mirrors of love, the sea is their companion and their eyes are blond the same as love which is as blond as love itself, just like his eyes. The vivacious happiness poured into our...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 24, 2016 | 2016 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Before She Went She rests in music all day long Jazz, Opera, Nationalist folk, The closest thing to silence I can find here. If she raised her head, she would see Tesco, a pub and the steelworks, the new...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 23, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Stroke Forgetful, in a stroke of genius, you set the dictionary on a shelf in the fridge where it lay all night in dark wordlessness: rosetta of crystal, coomb of roots, the house of language cooling like a hive. What were you thinking but this...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 22, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Chambers of Horror The good the bad and the ugly I’m imagining a statue of a man in anguish standing in a public square; but I haven’t yet made up the proper patriotic words to chisel on its plinth to say why it commemorates the body as an instrument for...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 21, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Protagonist One day I will wake up and realize just what kind of story I’m in. My words will finally carry weight. I will know how to deal with the villains, real, flesh, natural, and imagined. I will one day know how best to be this human being...
