by Helen Ivory | Apr 21, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
A Million to One “Why do movies always have bad people in them?” Morey Bernstein wasn’t old enough yet to be sitting in the front seat, so his question came floating up from the back. Maureen looked into the rear view mirror to study her little...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 20, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
First Long Walk after Convalescence (Fair Isle) The blue cross on the Sumburgh plane is stretched in the wind. Skylarks are drilling holes in the sky. An irritation of midges and the hazy static of bog-cotton blur the Dunlins Sink. The Burn of...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 19, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Hooked I stuffed my hook in a ragworm’s jaws, caught a glum goby with a ground line, hooked peacock rockfish, cats-meat pollack, spinning with the twins off The White Rock. With a sun-thawed, severed sandeel head, I foul-hooked fighting...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 18, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
The Spring Transaction Well – after David, Chad and Winnol (saints, all of them), what can you expect? One day I will be seen in sudden unexpected haze of red; the tall tree branches blush with adolescent life about to burst. Another day I’ll fly...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 17, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Love Hope And Mercy Those words have somehow disappeared from my dictionary. I don’t know exactly when it happened, I remember noticing them fading a bit when searching for such things as the definition of luminaria horse opera or meritocracy,...
