by Helen Ivory | May 12, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
From Melancholy Occurrences 4th May 1804 Westover house near Bath damaged by lightning an explosion louder than any cannon The wainscot was burned the bells were melted the door-post split to pieces In one chamber all but three window panes...
by Helen Ivory | May 11, 2016 | 2016 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
In case of fire exit building before tweeting about it. Do not stay statue-still with conducting hands those fidget thumbs whilst up the stairs the accounts team are inhaling smoke for the first (and last) time. Please scroll down the stairwell...
by Helen Ivory | May 10, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Aubade Let the room be still tonight, dim the street and bedside light, chase the hallway shadows out so nothing can come near. Compose the darkness here, let it frame the furniture, make it like a dye that bathes the ceiling and the floor. And...
by Helen Ivory | May 9, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Angora My Hermes Baby, a glass and a bottle of whiskey. I am trying to find words, to fill this blank sheet of paper. Angora rabbits are an industry of the prison …much less crowded, better cared for than humans.* Each word a tear wrung from a...
by Helen Ivory | May 8, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Ancestor Dreams They gather where the river forms an ox-bow lake. Old men with beards as big as bushes, women aproned, busy in their starched mob caps. Folk who use the muscle of their faith to uproot trees by hand, impel the earth to bring forth...
