by Helen Ivory | Dec 5, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Totem Cedar man says come out of that old chest and start climbing again Halibut man says catch the sea and let it lift you from flatness Double-headed snake says to the doubts listen and they say listen Whale says there she blows there above the...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 4, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
In the absence of your love here comes the science and I am thinking about you touching me but I know it can never really happen for scientific reasons since your fingertips here are just these whorls of atoms iron filings in a random fling linger...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 3, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Reconstruction Henry Tonks was a surgeon and artist who worked with Harold Gillies the pioneer facial surgeon. The wound’s not the thing, it’s the trust – young faces with clear eyes looking straight at you above slipped jaws, open mouths, loose tongue, swollen lips. ...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 2, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
In Deep Remission I’ve been given permission to be in remission, deep, deep remission — but what does it mean? Does it mean the excision of my cancer condition has come to fruition, my body is clean? Was it careful nutrition or focussed ambition...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 1, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
The Macaroons (Still humming) Frances unpacks her shopping, she is thinking of moving things around. Everything is light, she is empty, and opens up a bag of macaroons, eats two of them. How the macaroons fall from her mouth, to her stomach, to...
