by Helen Ivory | Aug 10, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Primrose Hill I open the light door, its latched hoist swings away to drop in pools your hand clasps they slip into the pool glow a dredger coughs upriver cormorant angles to Pythagorean glitter the conic section my grandmother lathed to perfect...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 9, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Coleopteran Mum and Dad are in the living room, discussing, and I’m sitting across from them at the dining room table with the white, knitted tablecloth on. I’m painting a mandala, round with concentric circles of plaits, triangles along the...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 8, 2019 | 2019 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Perfume Stranger, you smell like my dead dad. I have a cloud of weepy nostalgia for whatever perfume you have bought and wear. Stranger, what is this scent called? If I’d had to guess I would say it smells of lilies, but I don’t know what lilies...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 7, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Your Words linger with gossips, checkers of contracts, play golf with accountants of happiness. They never express an adoration. They never extravagantly bless. Their toenails never overgrow. They floss. They sleep far, far too well. ...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 6, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Snake Arriving in my garden at noon, Uncoiling it settled to catch the sun, I opened the veranda door and stared motionless At it, afraid. Flicking its tongue out towards me as a warning It lifted its head and spat Challenging me to step out, step...
