by Helen Ivory | Jul 28, 2014 | Reviews
The lover of poetry unfamiliar with the work of Vladislav Khodasevich could have no better introduction than this. A detailed introduction by Michael Wachtel, Professor of...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 27, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
True Grit for Barbara Hodgson This morning ‘Itsy Bitsy Teenie Weenie Yellow Polka Dot Bikini’ jangles out the radio and you remember holidays at Tintagel— on edge, on the edge in caravan with mam and dad and nan, come down from up North to grin and bear...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 26, 2014 | Prose & Poetry, Word & Image
The Fernery Scales of glass, a crest of frilled iron, his baby tucked deep in shrubbery could stagger up on stiff metal limbs as pier crystal palace railway station, steam oil sweat on its green breath, mouth a cave. Pure folly, this...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 25, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
The Day I Fired Alan Sugar I said look big guy, enough’s enough. When it comes to the intricacies of macroeconomics and the bell curve, let’s face it, you’re not lord of the manor are you? Despite his rough, tough demeanor he was a pussy cat and...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 24, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Bereave a life bereft, this is a shut-in’s effigy burning on the wood pile of everything I used to be, my dancing shoes are gathering dust in a moth’s light I’m laughing in my filthy drunk alley insides Grant...
