by Helen Ivory | Aug 18, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
The Cynical Gondolier Back then he sewed up his world with an oar. Couples nestled on his boat, lost in each other, while he saw the bones of their lives, glimpses of threadbare wives, husbands playing knight, martyr. One eye closed. They would...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 17, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
A Few Words She removed her coat and folded it over her lap as she sat down. ‘How are you today Leo?’ He pushed against the mattress with both fists, two pillows supporting his back as he reached a more or less seated position. ‘I’m alright,’ he...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 16, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
“F” is for “finding anything that is not paper to draw on!” At first I was impressed when you could write the initial letter of your first name. I proudly watched your face concentrate the ink into a recognisable shape....
by Helen Ivory | Aug 15, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Liebestod i.m. Keith Dawson Snapping the louvres shut against the night I brush against the sculpture you once owned – The Citizen, a muscled hero, naked except for a belted skin around the loins. He reminded you, perhaps, of nights you’d spent...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 14, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
What’s in a Name? I watched as the car pulled off one last time the magic trick of making you disappear, wheels drove the lines from where we waited counting up under blinking LED numbers anxiously red and trying to hold papers their...
