by Helen Ivory | Jun 23, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Up in the Air Do you have any legroom up front, what is the view like from your seat and do you know the atmosphere; can you tell cumulus from cirrus? Have you heard of the supercooled drops which at high altitudes, sub-zero temperatures remain...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 22, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Manuel, The Unfortunate after Paula Rego’s Last King of Portugal Both sides of the story of your death involve striped pyjamas, a maid and the deep rich red of your bedroom wallpaper. Was your outpost at Fullwell, Twickenham, private and secure...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 21, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Notes on Architects Gold lambs’ tails on hazel break the pause anticipate the Equinox dipper flies, a white spark over Rothay lands at the curve, pilfers a swatch of moss, returns up-river. North a pair of grey wagtails, dart yellow switch of...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 20, 2019 | 2019 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Night Raider Creeping down at night to pillage the larder I am my own ghost on the stairs searching for Digestive biscuits, pungent oranges, hard cheese so I can sink in my teeth, leave a trail of crumbs, a waft of citrus. Mum will find...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 19, 2019 | 2019 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
an IKEA flat pack shelving unit I am following you up the aisle along the checkout beside you as you drive it’s in the back bubble wrapped I’m tearing the box popping bags of nuts and bolts but really i am admiring the...
