by Helen Ivory | Sep 27, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Living Room I saw the painting first, hung above the sofa, a pike smiled from a riverbed, water dripped. The walls, not as I remember, flock filigree. Mould creeping along the seams. I sat, rested my feet on a Persian rug. It undulated. Hovered an...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 26, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Antonio’s Lament I’ll never understand why you Pursue These feeble imitations, which Themselves Combust like embers lost and found; They burn Upon a moonscape made of mud. Silent Except for the occasional fizzle, we Vent steam At one another’s...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 25, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Swollen River Suddenly bright, after mid-December murk, a shopping centre Saturday. Rhodri, writing a piece for his newspaper, Christmas Commercialised, notes first of all, and more than anything, that lovely swollen river, racing its course...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 24, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
In the Mind’s Half Light of Dreaming I I dreamt of an over-exposed photograph of Town Hall And a past lover, undressed and atop of me II Three worn golden keys, in an otherwise empty box Belonging to a dresser with pastel colored...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 23, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Eating and Otherwise Snap out of it, crack open a beer, get on with it. Thinking of just a few of the dead – it happens sometimes. I know of no cause, nothing special; not eating something or opening a window or – you name it....
