by Helen Ivory | Jun 9, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Bound for Glory My lungs are echoed in black the way the sky is patched blue come afternoon I am hanging from the splinters of my tongue in the open-eye instant of reckoning where everything is equal and the head splitting reminds me of the hot...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 8, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Envelope Those soiled rubber bands lay in wait around my thinning wrist. They now sag, strained by the third hour of toil. I await the ever expanding pile of envelopes like a convict awaiting the feel of grass under hardened feet. The machine jams...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 7, 2015 | 2015 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Galleries Walking into the intense heat of a gallery, over-coated and dripping, expecting canvass to speak without the commotion of words I will either be stunned or unimpressed but invariably silent, appraising shattered faces, elephant dung or...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 6, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
from A German Autumn iv Gerhard Richter paints his daughter Sitting there watching shadows huddled in the corner he saw toes stepping into the studio a girl turning away at the edge of the window a sparkle in the plait at the nape of her neck * she...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 5, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Unearthing The little black clutch waited to present itself, slyly hidden in Nan’s nylon shopper, fondly fingered a thousand times, before faded faux leather muscled to the fore. I picked it up like a new thing; smelt old. Took a breath and delved inside...
