by Helen Ivory | Jun 2, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
looking up I color vision decreases as distance increases leaving us myopic beneath the distant night sky II sixty beckons on the horizon of September & it’s painfully clear what won’t be accomplished before my course is run III frozen...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 1, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
My Love is so ignorant My love drinks water from plastic cups. Leaning its elbows against the wooden table, Lost in thought, it watches the river going through the city. My love is so thoughtful and thirsty That it fails to feel the touch of rain...
by Helen Ivory | May 30, 2016 | Reviews
Picking up this slim collection of poems, one wonders whether the dainty yellow paper boats peering at you from the cover are just delicate and frangible or symbolise strength by daring the elements with their fragility and how these connect to the...
by Helen Ivory | May 29, 2016 | 2016 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Ghosted It’s not like he’d planned to wake up after 23 years of marriage, to find the taps turned off, everything dried out on the draining board, no one checking the mains, bulb gone in the hall, the garden too barbered for its own good. He laced...
by Helen Ivory | May 28, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Love Often Bares its Teeth I am waiting for the number 44 bus, it is raining and my bag is full of books I have become less than keen to read; they weigh me down, prod and bump as if I carry a badly-concealed family of cats. And not for the first time....
