by Helen Ivory | Jul 11, 2016 | Reviews
If there were ever a case for the physical book over an e-book, Lace is its embodiment. Small is beautiful, in this case: a pamphlet of thirteen short, numbered poems coupled with vine charcoal...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 10, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Football Classics In the world of half-time entertainment, food is all. Heaven’s pies, cow’s tea, dogs bloodied on a sponge sub. As we catch up with scores elsewhere, pixels of sound pepper God’s stale-priced air. What is that? Is that a harp? We...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 9, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Little White Lie Mother has sewn a white lie into the hem of my breast pocket, a finishing method for a voodoo doll boy folded narrowly. The white lie will grow in my pocket as an egg, my blood will be an incubator, my marrow will be fed to the...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 8, 2016 | 2016 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
The Stars are Watching I can feel the blind eyes of night burning this bed. They believe I am as empty as the sheets that cover me. Wrinkled and unmade, our communal flaws are amplified under night’s harsh light. I glare back, spit my wishes in spite....
by Helen Ivory | Jul 7, 2016 | 2016 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
This Too Is Prayer No, not some lover’s glance, a newborn’s grin, sunset, autumn leaves – but this: green fluorescent protein, a molecule borrowed from the jellyfish to turn our cells to glowing dancing labourers we applaud as they go...
