by Helen Ivory | Feb 4, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
The Balloonist _________________________________________________________ –(__________________________________________________________)====== My breath threads and swells outward, prolonging the exterior. I mould the supple extension by...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 3, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
The Pigeon’s Egg I walked into town asking for a sign, not, you understand, the way to the post office, but a portent so obvious, like the big word on the hillside: HOLLYWOOD. Well. As I crossed the closed-to-traffic strip, a parcel cradled in my...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 2, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
I’ll Write That on the Board My new sales job in janitorial supplies was not going so very well. I heard about the Lester Goodman seminars and thought ‘what have I got to lose?’ So here I am learning how to achieve success in the great market place...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 1, 2015 | Reviews
This collection made me think driving through the Fens in August. I was travelling along straight roads, under wide skies. But despite the open landscape, there was much I couldn’t see. It felt like speeding through a region that was tangled and obscure....
by Helen Ivory | Jan 31, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
The Office Keyboards slork and chirrup their way through diets of words. The striped cough of the printer punctuates the settling of sludge-mugs on the woodskim tops. Everything has its secret grammar. Voices skit and burr on phatic tides; the...
