by Helen Ivory | Jul 1, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Night Walk to Peppercombe Beach Late afternoon already, as we drop down the unmetalled track to find the house; watch the light slip from the day’s shoulders while we unpack and settle, make the tea. We trace the dark thread of the cutting through...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 30, 2016 | Reviews
Going through the gorgeous, red-slim book My Glass of Wine by Kiriti Sengupta I am reminded of a few lines by Li Po: “Since water still flows, though we cut it with swords, And sorrow returns,...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 29, 2016 | 2016 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
New Perch We balance on the balcony like two Japanese cups on a high shelf – together – rim to rim perfect and fragile in equal measure. A shingle of stars lies scattered across the sky; it takes a long time for their light to reach...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 26, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Twelve views of Manchester Sunrise across New Islington, from the side of Rochdale Canal. Fallow Café at Landcross, the morning after a snowfall. A rainstorm beneath the Beetham tower. Sketch of a Mitsui shop on the walls of Affleck’s Palace, the...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 25, 2016 | 2016 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Manners Gladys Walker ascended to heaven in her eight-first year to find the place not at all to her satisfaction. Glancing critically over the field of serrated clouds upon which a manna market had been erected, she collared the next person who jostled...
