by Helen Ivory | Aug 20, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Talking to Monet People, I tell him. I can see people: shadows, black-burnt, threading their way between trees — and there, behind, Parliament rises like a cathedral I’d say though I’ve not the faith of it — so, something else then: a hand,...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 19, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Ward D9 (For Linda and Helen) We are a murmuration of rose-ringed parakeets, plumed in our floral nightdresses, flashes of colour. Turning our heads sideways to catch each other’s eye, as we rise and fall on our beds unable to keep still. The...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 18, 2019 | Reviews
Konstandinos Mahoney’s debut collection fizzes with joie de vivre. Though it doesn’t flinch from the difficult, even the tragic, it’s sexy and life affirming: rich in sensual detail, acute, precisely, expressed observations all underpinned...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 17, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Talking to myself – at The Great Exhibition, Crystal Palace, London 1851 ‘ A barometer filled with leeches in a bottle of water; fancy that’. I almost felt a bullet singe me from one of Samuel Colt’s newly minted revolvers....
by Helen Ivory | Aug 16, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Words are everything Lines. Muscle soak. If you love something let it snow let it snow let it snow. Snorkelling. To shop is to be essential. I like radical consumerism. I like vote with your x. I like the universe controls me I do not...
