by Helen Ivory | Jun 6, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Easy when you know how So you grab a handful of sand and let it run through your sausage fingers to catch the breeze spinning off those grey, soapy waves while one of us, I can’t remember who, sinks their teeth into an ice cream. We clear a...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 5, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Sun Bet I was sure the sun would win, so I put a bet on 9-1 I bet Egypt, Mexico and most of Spain I bet Lorca, too, for that matter And you were somewhere in the sky, chasing birds You heard me scream from the bookies...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 4, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
The Rain Watcher Hello little sentry Sitting so still in the porch Your body round like a chess pawn Staring straight ahead At the rain outside Your little triangle ears Your tail straight behind you You look around at...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 3, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Paradise Found Wanting Heaven turned out to be a bit shit. The Elysian fields were littered with burnt-out chariots, the Valkyrie looked like hookers, the angels more like pimps and, worst of all, my harp was out of tune. I...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 2, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Glimpses The buffet, Paddington Station, 1992 I find, behind a grubby mustard pot, a large and opened envelope, sent out and franked in purple, Hornsea School of Art, tenth of September 1972, to Hannah Leighton-Jones, B.A. Inside, two...
