by Helen Ivory | Sep 24, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
My Adored Wife is a Wicked Strumpet She renders them so Hot, these Gallants Rakes Libertines – married men who love much to Commit Adulteries than to Divest themselves with Whores. She labours her Honeypot, pretty it is with pure Inclination, their...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 23, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
One does not need… Smell of this city with the hints of bubble perfume Damp morning and the freshly squeezed T-shirt Orange headphones shielding you from the outer world And your gaze, your steady gaze into the nothingness of the river. I brought...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 22, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
A beginner’s guide to glassmaking Palms of my hands, I cast my lens in them, my concave – being magnified. Crux and frizz: spin of keratin. and on concrete chip the teeth and swallow of volition, and I...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 21, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Border State Or Through a Glass Darkly in the black space is the black face of a slim black boy or girl slender black chest pout of lips a round that might be a testicle black as a plum there are no eyelashes there are crows that scatter but do...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 20, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
PECHA-KUCHA-BOY 1 The computer I was using got locked in the art room. It’s not here. But I am. I’m Max. Year 10. I’ve got a list, but no PowerPoint. Sorry. Oh – and the first slide had writing on it. It said INTRODUCTION. 2 DOG OK, so I took a...
