by Helen Ivory | Sep 14, 2016 | Prose & Poetry, Word & Image
Tony Rickaby’s current practice reflects on walks around South London, where he lives. Recently he has written for Litro Magazine, Stepaway Magazine, ken*again, experiential-experimental-literature, Sugar Mule, The Whistling Fire and Fox Chase...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 13, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Serious Road I am driving on the serious road. I have never seen it joyful; A blown up tire here, a broken bumper there, and smashed up cars everywhere. You could kill yourself or others on the serious road. What else would I call it? Luis...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 12, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Emily Dickinson’s Wardrobe of Ghostly White Dresses On the second day of the festival you wear a white dress and sandals and a plaster around your toe and you are perfect and this is one memory from many that I have and am haunted by but I am...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 11, 2016 | 2016 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
When light poured into me at the swimming pool There was a sweetness to the day. The horizon a blue harsh line. I looked for stars but there were none. For some reason they were always invisible during the day. My heart was filled with honey. I licked...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 10, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
I have no fear now After two years with the shrink I consider myself ‘upgraded’, not cured. I have more cogs in the toolbox; more spanners, and other useful tools. And I know how to use them; I’m not a spanner in that sense. No one can open me up like a floor...
