by Helen Ivory | Mar 26, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
photographs from our holiday in bed this is the night we slept how mathematicians draw an ‘x’ the night we lay facedown smug as pocket aces the night we peeled apart like pitta from itself the night I was ampersand and you were treble clef the...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 25, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Burial in Rub’ al Khali Because she was a girl he sought to bury her. Under the open spaces between the hurting spaces where the moon hung fat. The cut of light between hills gleamed phosphorus over his brow where the black bird planted its...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 24, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Spider Patience On a narrow beach of flat grey stones a boy stands with his back to the long bend in the river estuary. A black rod and its forked rest, cut from a hazel outgrowth, form a right-angled triangle. The boy is watching a small white...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 23, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Savings All this the hedgerow saves from the underworld: a wire of blood-drops necklace of blisters and the dots of crabs pressed on the sky in yellow braille or stashed under leafmould the blackbird’s counting-book the odd dark sloe dried like a raisin...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 22, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Shenanigans I play the fox; what else do you expect in this moony garden? You stand, alone at the window, tall, white as down, staring out as if I was will-o’-the-wisp, a green-eyed seducer versed with pulpit words. Nightly I come to you with a...
