by Helen Ivory | Mar 17, 2016 | 2016 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
…and the heart a broken bell says she’s tired of being dead and what the hell am i supposed to do? can’t have power without money can’t have god without the devil late august sunlight after four days of rain and i kiss her feet when she asks i...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 16, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Promises to Keep But I have promises to keep… And miles to go before I sleep. – Robert Frost. The branches of the trees stood bare and weightless. A sullen quietness hung in the air. To the right, a flash of squirrel...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 15, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Lovelocked They’re like wedding vows materialised. Couples go to Paris, other places too, mostly bridges, to do theirs. Love locks. A symbol of love everlasting, they say. You said you didn’t want to do one, and then you said you didn’t...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 14, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Carry On It’s like at the flick of a switch a ghost appears, stitches my eyelids together and all brightness I ever saw is just distorted memory. Soon no-one will remember me as I hide behind locked doors unable to get up off the floor, knowing I’m...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 13, 2016 | 2016 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Through a Lens They turned and looked at me as I stood half in the doorway, half in the hall, unaware this had been brewing long before the leaves of trust were bagged up in the coal shed. All eyes speaking louder than a bloody lip, screams...
