by Helen Ivory | Jul 13, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
The Earth, the Sea and the Human Spirit are getting tired of the City The city writes a city in its margins And writes another city at its core. The city writes the lives of other people – Erases some, engraves some in its stone. The city...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 12, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
on the tube three skateboarders in their thirties battered boards cradled between legs one of them begins to spin one wheel it hums like a trapped wasp ‘it’s like peeling the label off a bottle, man’ the spinner says...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 11, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Video of the Rotation of the Moon Such sights cannot be seen from pimpled terra firma but from the silk galaxy of my screen looms the moon in full rotation, hung from spider optic cables – this seabed opal seen by every human to have lived past...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 10, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
In January The sun corrected its knife against the black door and the world blanched the fruit of its market. I pushed my hand into the earth. Moved about ‘till I found the thing I thought I wanted. I didn’t know, I couldn’t see it....
by Helen Ivory | Jul 9, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
The Moon Some nights the Moon is a hook drawing my eyes up to the sky. Blue-black nights when the cold is intense and I’m staggering home drunk, alone. Then the Moon is a like a boat on a river, its light the water that guides me home....
