by Helen Ivory | Nov 20, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Putting out the prayer flags Can’t pray any more, and so I let the wind do the praying for me. I have done with asking God for favours I have not earned, promising to be good hereafter. God will listen to the wind. I don’t expect the wind to ask...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 19, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Gun Love the barrel is so smooth and it speaks to me I clean the inside with care I massage it with fine oil nothing else makes me feel this secure my gun goes everywhere with me I spend many hours each day thinking about it I know where it is at...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 18, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Dawn chorus: anxiolytic Swaddling phat breakmove sunstamp Ineluctable electrum lacklastruelack Walworth Road glistering alonzapine Panic’ed pharmacopic picnic Stopwatch timemosh pitted foe UKIP PWITS unshod bricolage shop Fuddled frenzies...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 17, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
The Night Train Conductor, send my love on the Night Train. The fast train. The sleek black bullet flying straight as a shot train. I want it sent first-class, post-haste delays notwithstanding no missed connections, signal failures no leaves on...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 16, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
the post living here is rain without sky grey shadows on grey land I make paper boats out of poems , send them down riverstreet my place to yours Reuben Woolley teaches English in Spain. He has had poems published in IS&T,...
