by Helen Ivory | May 15, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
The Unforgotten Twin By the window, a wheelchair turns its back on the beds to give a birthday moment of normality. How old are you, Olive? says Nurse. I’m sixty eight the wheelchair says. Oh bless her, she means eighty six. And how many children, Olive?...
by Helen Ivory | May 14, 2015 | 2015 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Pick of the Month May 2015 Another Canaan There was a wasteland and cold tire tracks in the skin of the sand. I forgot I couldn’t breathe. In the distance was something I could crawl to; flat lands – these were like the lands of my childhood, a...
by Helen Ivory | May 13, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
They Don’t Last Long Here They don’t last long here Walking on wet leaves The impatient traffic Pinning them back Then pushing them rudely Into untrimmed hedges Their faces are crimson Weather or whisky beaten It’s impossible to...
by Helen Ivory | May 12, 2015 | 2015 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
The Flying Monk Elmer built his labyrinth And dreamed his Daedalus escape. For years he gathered Feathers from kitchens, Down from pillows, Raided carrion, plucked dungheap birds, Poached rare flight And planned. He worked gravity on a lathe,...
by Helen Ivory | May 11, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Sun bears in Edinburgh Zoo Cold, so cold, the Coke tin sears the fingertips Knife wind slits throats bloodlessly Past the cartoon restaurant, soiled by cold chips on plastic trays In the craggy emptiness Past the penguins who stand With time on...
