by Helen Ivory | Jul 26, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
The Crow When I feel that I’m the Crow living outside that circle gliding far from the heads in chatter that only resemble the pattern of Mandir Temple in whitened marble; An outsider The night that stalks its seekers a dark star- an angel from another world....
by Helen Ivory | Jul 25, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
From Pewsey to Didcot by Mouse-Hearse Get yourself a free-rolling hearse; a Daimler or a big Ford. You won’t require speed, a good walking pace will do. You’ll need a bedroll and a sleeping bag for night, something to insulate against the metal of...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 24, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Dancing with a Bonzo Will you do me the honour? says a man with long hair, mottled amber and silver, pink-rimmed glasses round as free-range eggcups, wispy beard like a question mark on a face pale as oats, and what’s this he’s wearing? A Chinese...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 23, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Partners in Sadness I cut our white sheets into rabbits. Your mother was terrified. You laughed. Saw only the hopeful and misplaced talent. I tried to make breakfast in bed but you started kissing me and I forgot. You put it out. Didn’t say...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 22, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Damascus: Narrow gauge The Ottoman train Swiss made (1905) on its narrow mountain gauge drifts away from the main Hejaz line, smoking, laying smoke wreaths for the city. We twist through the suburbs, stop for rubbish dumped on the tracks, stop...
