by Helen Ivory | Jun 16, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Cast List SISTER MARY is fatter than she should be. As head of the mission she is used to having her own way. She has seen the ravages of war. Her eyes are bright. When she walks her arms swing like metronomes. She wears a grey habit to...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 15, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Hymn of Rain The quality of mercy? You must be joking. I begin as ice. I come as veil or wraith, a whisper of Spanish lace masquerading as cage. I sleep in your bones, your bed. I leak from your pores, the spittle of your snores. I keep you indoors. I’m...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 14, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Foal The new foal totters on legs a spider would not care to own. It doesn’t yet know what legs are for, nor how to manage them. Only knows it wants the warm grey bag beneath the dam, the hot sweet milk let down, the tail-wagging...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 13, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
The Night Before A bed by a motorway, close by hospital A sheet for cover, diesel-thick air. An open window, door-slams and fried onions, Dusk as long-winded as the heat wave. A truck judders down on its shocks. From grey rush of...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 12, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
I Slept with Raymond Chandler He was terse to the point of silence. No snoring. No tussles over the duvet. He didn’t kick or lash out. Like a couple of babes, we slept and I dreamt of a hat, a coat and a gun. When I came to, Ray was...
