by Helen Ivory | Feb 19, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Occupation We try to fettle the spaces around us – the pile of books on a bedside table; the chronology of an artist’s work in a gallery; the lay-out of fields and roads, hedged and fenced, across wild land. Here the middle of the field is a shore, A...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 18, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Nursing Games The nurses took position for the hundred metre hurdle, each focusing on the patient bedded at the end of their lane. The call bell was the signal that sent them running, leaping cold metal filing cabinets, racing towards the buzzing lights....
by Helen Ivory | Feb 17, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Profile Piece In the film even you have a tidy hairline. An interviewer could skip along it, selecting driftwood and precious stones that only peck at the skin when thrown across deep water. Both the watcher and the watched bent by the tools of...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 16, 2015 | Haibun, Tanka, Haiku & Haiga
Late Hunt On a day this cold, you don’t even need the shotgun. They’re easy to spot, too, those beautiful birds dying in the tumbled stubble of harvest. Find their long tail feathers riffling prairie wind and you can take them alive out of little...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 15, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Spring, 1942 from a letter by R.S. Thomas Morning glittering with April light, warblers sing in the wood, untroubled by the shadow that sullies my spirit. Then your gift arrives. A violin concerto, its notes wrapped with kindness, heal my heart. I...
