by Helen Ivory | Dec 10, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Lazy Joe Such a sullen beast, that heart, and fat and listless, gorging on blood that comes so easy to it with every lazy pump; and the lungs, more creatures with nothing better to do that devour great lumps of air. rattle the stuff around in old...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 9, 2014 | Haibun, Tanka, Haiku & Haiga
Circles Haikus inspired by the macarons of Patisserie Madeleine, Edinburgh ….. Here’s Fleur d’Oranger, Saffron Pistache, Sakura. Instead of breakfast. ….. Fleur d’Oranger The orchard’s wingspan. A child is hula hooping in the evening sun....
by Helen Ivory | Dec 8, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Hard to believe facts are visible things of no serious use spilling their guts to anyone who can open a book they have to tell you something unable to empathise facts do not bring the invisible into play but abandon their dignity and show...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 7, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Teeth like Freddie They were the talk of the town. If not the town, then school at least. Everyone at school knew Stephen Bentley had teeth like Freddie. The most sought-after gnashers in stardom. He even looked a bit like Freddie too, with his...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 6, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
She Craved Tinned Pineapple Chunks Not only Tesco Express, I went everywhere, all over the wet land of Mutley Plain – scouring, shuffling, peeping. I strode wide pavements, I was Chief Explorer, I was Roald Amundsen of the vital pregnant...
