by Helen Ivory | Oct 20, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
In Campagna (Tor Vergata, Saturday 8 am) Timetables abated till Monday morning, exegeses and formulae on hold, the Faculty celebrates as best it knows its air-conditioning. Via vents, flues, windows which someone forgot to close, thrums a rhapsody...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 19, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
1 Here is the subversive heart: Through which rebel blood rolls in secret passages Dark is the meat, opaque and shiny as a horse’s eye Bones fine and curved as tusks steeple a cage for it, Under sediment of the water of you Here are the nobs, the joints,...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 18, 2016 | 2016 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Tree Surgery I was growing tired of trees, already, before the end. Tired of going to nature reserves, forests, woods, with your tree index book, looking up words in Latin: Quercuis ilex, rubra, robur, chasing after your over-excitable stinking dogs,...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 17, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Writing Conference For Steve M A feathered thud against the windowpane, and there outside, a crimson bird, a cardinal, stunned and faintly trembling on the gravel where it fell hard. So fragile and downthrown, so close to death. You went out with a plain...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 16, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
The Ghosts of Devon I see the clash of sea Shining rock of dead black Broken bark cracking the weeping shorelines a crumbled gun-turret above the beautiful belly of Torcross; faint circles of white trailed blue whirlpools fading into depth. I see...
