by Helen Ivory | Aug 15, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Glastonbury Weekend Back home in the flat, first meal alone in six days, and the sausages catch. Real flames. First the grill pan, then fast up the walls, like some illusionist’s skit on TV. In half a minute the kitchen’s become a four-walled box...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 14, 2019 | 2019 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Apollo In the leaner times it was a bread and butter supper, slaked with milk, perhaps on the cusp of the turn, the tang fizzing on the tongue-tip. In the fatter times, beef and dripping, the latter glossy, chalk-white and viscous as tart...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 13, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
safe zone living light in the safe zone on MSG sachets on beans and the biweekly egg music of the spheres quick-step with the squeegee here the havens of peace for the wild here the pottery shard scrape the fat from the burner all we wanted was to be...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 12, 2019 | 2019 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Pearl You say, ‘Hold on to me, I don’t want to lose you in the night. I keep waking up on my own.’ You push your feet between my knees, cling to my neck. My body doesn’t know a different shape to sleep in. I fold around you. Grit in my shell – wrapped in...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 11, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Red Mullet First they said that everyone although it might be impossible for us to understand, our understanding being limited, and we agree that our understanding is limited and has always been limited got what was coming to them, yes or they...
