by Helen Ivory | Nov 15, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Sea You made me the sea- trapped behind two toilet rolls encaged in a deconstructed Cornflake’s box smothered with pink face paint and smattered with twinkling glitters. When I peered inside I was transported to Mullaghmore. Swarming waves smashed...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 14, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
To the Souls of the Inert after John Cowper Powys (The Inmates) damn your souls those who remain indifferent to broken plates chipped cups and saucers or shattered mirrors while talking-up federations for the world until the lost ripped-off and...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 13, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Robot on Parquet He watched them dance from a fold up chair, rigid Tin Man in a sports hall trying not to stare too hard at swans that bobbed and arced through air in sudden flux and fletch to skim across the polished floor towards where he sat a...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 12, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Capricornic The music was so good I turned into a transdimensional space goat, then went on to alternately explore alter egos, stratospheric latitudes and souvenirs from Earth. Snakes in the woods! and a jaguar just swam the river, snuck up on a croc,...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 11, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Living Room This is your space now – sofas shifted to accommodate a hospital bed, tables thick with medication, drinks and flowers, get-well cards. I am a visitor, bringing trays, delivering takeaways, fetching, carrying, helping you sit up. We...
