by Helen Ivory | Jul 10, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
day of release still the holy mother tattoo weeps * in the closest behind the everyday his father’s pornography * on common ground a shortcut through bluebell wood the path of desire every 3rd saturday of the month * social climber balancing...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 9, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
The Chandelier Competition What would you use to bring light into our lives? Candles? Crystal? Mirrors? Sparklers? Fireflies? Solar Trickery? Your entries, boxed and bubblewrapped, must reach us by midday of the winter equinox. Last year’s winner...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 8, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
from Mesopotamian Objects 4. Necklace Dear Friend, Send me a necklace of beads that few have ever seen, beads made of gold, electrum, precious stone or amber, which is the tears of the sun. Let each bead be of rare workmanship, round as a seed,...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 7, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Bite Me There is stuff It can be very convincing It’s easy to swoon It’s easy to be charmed But I’m a cynical bastard And have seen too many Attempt to distance themselves With it all amounting To nothingness They need to justify...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 5, 2015 | 2015 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Further extracts from The Old Man in the House of Bone There’s someone else in the house of bone, someone moving in between the silences, slipping through and around them, stepping over them on tiptoe, trying not to wake them,...
