by Helen Ivory | Oct 7, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Paradox Intelligence focused: an obsessive inquiry into metaphysics, circumoral muscles complex in climaxes, waiting for a star on planet earth. Psychotic breakdown: staring at the air festooned in red, a Kremlin funeral, huge hypertrophic...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 6, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Deckchair Cartographers We charted the sable graveyard like it depended on our lives, splayed horizontal as split sacks, left eyes like cornucopia shells rolled by wine – trading each foreign nictate with a distant...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 5, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
The First Thing I Ever Stole A thrupenny bit from my mother’s purse because she wouldn’t give me money for the tuck shop and because she’d never miss it and because I could and because of red lollies and sherbert dabs and black jacks and because...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 4, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Back Issues He kneels at the stacks of Exchange and Mart, dates set. Wouldn’t mean nothing to no one that the Austin Princess sits atop the Ford Transit. Some use crosswords or those Japanese squares with numbers missing. He has lots of gaps. But...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 3, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Artillery Unexplode the shell. Let its shrapnel rehome, let it fly six thousand yards – line, no man’s land, line – back into the hot muzzle of the eighteen pounder. Let the gunner heft it out, cold, swing, let go, rebuild the pile....
