by Helen Ivory | May 20, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Irregular Apocalypse There is no news on the TV. The Apocalypse has happened; it has been as bad as it can be so nobody’s watching. But there is still TV. Re-runs of old cop shows in the wrong order with no continuity announcements. There is no...
by Helen Ivory | May 19, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Cell Sunlight leans on half closed curtains, slants across a table, laid last night for breakfast. A knife-blade’s twinkling snatches at his eye. He steps into the empty room. The warmth it’s gathered in the hours since dawn has made a tiny increase in...
by Helen Ivory | May 18, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Sid, hyenas and me 12 noon, we cross another culvert, silently. Sid is brooding. On my left, out the window the Canary hill flash past. I look at the speedo, we’re hovering around 100 kmph. We’re going straight- to Bagoder. Then...
by Helen Ivory | May 17, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Chester’s Ship Gate This hole in the City Wall was not cast aside but borne, piece by piece, to the Park, a stone’s throw away, and re-assembled as breath held across a path. Its grainy sandstone frame, braced against weight of sky, rainbows an open...
by Helen Ivory | May 16, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Super Mario And so it began For me back in seventy eight On a thick set T.V. Way out past bedtime. The commentator’s sotto voice The colours, so vivid Splashed on green, orange And stripes Adorned in blue and white And a long haired, long sleeved...
