by Helen Ivory | May 10, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
A Rock, Three Seagulls, You A reason to be there, I suppose, casting a line for snappers, the swell rising and retreating at our feet. Three seagulls came to watch, crowning the rock. The sea slopped on the ledge and gannets stole the bait we cast...
by Helen Ivory | May 9, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Litter Bug at Hayle Across much astonishing sand I chased as it flew over sun-dazzled breeze. It was a tinkerbell thing, sparkle-dancing deliberate lines, faster, faster; a silver-plated swallow far from the outlying tide, tuning its own event...
by Helen Ivory | May 8, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
The Pilcrows They came, in place of the Person from Porlock, in swarming ranks on my typescript. They stormed across the verse tale’s infancy, blew its moment of arrival, not versatile. The poem took its hat hastily on the interruption, and...
by Helen Ivory | May 7, 2015 | Reviews
In Letting Go, Angela Topping writes about loss, she writes about love, she writes about parents and children. She holds family relationships up to the light as if she was a jeweller examining a diamond. And on every turn, she sees something...
by Helen Ivory | May 6, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Hellsteeth His house is sinking The tin roof crumbling He was springtime Up on rotten ladders Painting it red A balancing act Juggling brush, can, and glass I used to sit on cushions outside Looking up squinting Pouring the drinks, laughing...
