by Helen Ivory | Jun 21, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
The Melancholy of Final Pages The aim is still the same, reflect what it means to be human. A tale, of ghosts past and present. The voice was unmistakable, this calculated rudeness feeding the cooked flesh, a vehicle for rage irredeemably...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 20, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
A month’s trial… Attempting to butch up your girly home, you consign Marilyn cushions to the spare room, replace boudoir duvets with dark covers. Underwear entwining in ‘a big wash’, your vegetarian trolley re-discovers the meat counter at...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 19, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Elsewhere, a Lifetime Later The song she sang by the half-open door, One melody echoing in the public bar, Or where geese gather. And midsummer snow Falls on hills’ horizon. And the river is swollen Into the island lanes, As they...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 18, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Crystal Ball She polishes her crystal ball with Windolene until it gleams. A client has asked her about someone – is he earthside or airside? She guides her hands over the cobalt-blue surface. Her long fingers laden with black...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 17, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Sabre Budget jeans, and stubble, a lean face more bone than meat is all I remember of the grown-up enigma in our dorm, reeking of serious, stunted in manner, yet sure of himself. Once in blossom, out came a failed marriage, temper temper,...
