by Helen Ivory | Jan 15, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Broom [After ‘Waltzer 2007’ by Susan Collis, mixed media] There’s a broom in the corner of the gallery, Propped on one leg, keeping its head down. You might miss it. Stick with it. Work-worn wood, and that stiff little voice Whispers ‘this’,...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 14, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Goldilocks I breathed rabbit skin all day, let the smell into me like bad manners I feel curl up in my lungs. I saw the split in the rock and slit in. This is home, I suppose, to fit like a coin in a slot, crimped at the edges, unsure what will...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 13, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Maybe a Fox When Mary put the dog to bed, she didn’t notice the face behind the cat flap – and if she had, she’d have assumed it was the cat, or maybe a fox or rat. When she bolted the door, she did so out of habit, not fear. When she unplugged...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 12, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
* My shelf has room for two serving plates, five bowls and one slice of moon glow. Hallow mouth of the moon. Clouds cross forming an airy handkerchief. Summer evening. Sun and moon share the sky in perfect symmetry. Who threw a ladle full of moonbeams on...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 11, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Further extracts from The Old Man in the House of Bone Outside the house of bone, beyond the tangled wood there are storms, winds howling, people being born rain pours and lashes in slant-sheets of downpour these people meet other people, fall in...
