by Helen Ivory | Jul 31, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
The thief There’s nothing petty about this thief who cuts your purse with a practised flick of his knife and pockets its contents. Copper, silver, gold – he wants it all. He covets your horde, this magpie, wants your shiniest thoughts
to turn...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 30, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
The Space Between Breaths After Kate Edwards Some are uneasy about the space between breaths. They say she is a block of raw Carrara marble before the sculptor exposes a muscled form, or frankincense tendrils rising from a censer. To others she crackles...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 29, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Grey Mare’s Tail Warkworth Castle January 1463 Goosanders tack from Amble Braid, over the weir, through the bridge’s twin arches, round the curve of the Coquet. Wind scratches the water’s surface. On a promontory girdles of castle. Beside the...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 28, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
A Landscape Although now I turn and walk away (this region is not known to me), there is something about the bulge of hills, the dark winter woods thrown across them like bear pelt, the hump of moorland bumping against the leaden belly of the low...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 27, 2019 | 2019 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
On the Origin of Electrofunk by Natural Selection Our fingers sprouted claws; our foreheads, feelers. Wires shook and gourds boomed in our hands, paws, podia. We danced in spirals, bees on acid house: this rising buzz for louder, this spiral that...
