by Helen Ivory | Oct 22, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
A Very Small Kingdom Once there was a queen who reigned alone over a very small kingdom, three children, a sack of potatoes waiting to be peeled, a sack of smelly garbage waiting to be carried out, a broom, useless for sweeping and even more...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 21, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Background Noise in the Aquarium Along the carriage a range of headsets and earplugs with bright wires, each one connected to some piece of electronic equipment hidden beneath the supra-epidermal layers of these creatures who are also travelling...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 20, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Ink There was always the urge to continue the writing, to add to the seemingly endless plot of my fictionalized existence. To slit my cerebral wrists and spill the ink onto the page relieved the daily stress of the physical reality. To write...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 19, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Shizm The dogged savant having satisfied his appetence for metathesis, set his mind on those endemic conflations usually subordinated. Tyrannicide or apotheosis? He couldn’t decide. The endless tautologies, and lack of training on modern...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 18, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Sarajevo to Dubrovnik Unintentionally we captured a rainbow, the sky half dark and the sun full of energy, mischievous in an affectionate way. Perhaps we had too many coffees or the narrow roads and mountain passes had raised our heartbeats but here we...
