by Helen Ivory | Jul 23, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
The head of the table I During a dinner-time discussion about inter-faith ministers, I consider spilling the bottle of red wine over your shirt. ‘Imagine a mountain, with many different paths leading to the top. Some of the paths are so far...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 22, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
A Mobile for Katie When you were little, before you had a room of your own, in which to grow cynical, and smart, and sometimes biting, despite the heavy doses we applied of Beatrix Potter, and a whole menagerie of anthropomorphic animals who...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 21, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Haiku Tooth taped to a note re-negotiating the fee PS are you real? * The new knives and forks large and heavy in our hands soon we won’t notice. * Warm spot on the couch the dog’s uncharacteristic reserve will give him away. * Summer evening a...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 20, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Remembrance of Things Past I met him at Jinty McGuinty’s on Ashton Lane. He tagged along for drinks after a conference at the university and was introduced by my colleague simply as, a friend. My colleague began the conversation. The topic:...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 19, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Newlyweds The apartment was small and cheap. It was our first apartment. The walls were porous and there was a fug we could not remove. The landlord was supercilious and cantankerous and treated us as though we were fungus. The landlord had been married...
