by Helen Ivory | Jun 13, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Some Streets Some streets have doors that don’t open Some streets have curbs waiting to be bitten Some streets have curtains to hide the inside Some streets have cars with scratches on every side Some streets have houses that cast no shadows Some...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 11, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
European Medieval History Looking up, it seemed every fear was given great stone wings I told someone once, this was a spacecraft in the gothic style, I told someone else it was a haunted house, in the best sense – spooked , frequented by...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 10, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Jan Palach For months I’d imagined tanks arriving here wondered from which direction they’d arrive – up Haverstock Hill or down the hill from Golders Green? Demonstrators marched along the High Street, shouting “Dubcek! Dubcek!” I watched from...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 9, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
#3 (SOMEWHERE NONSPECIFIC) THE CURTAIN OPENS… Beside exterior laundrette, a young boy delivers Coffee Shaking like a wet noodle. PICTURE: Customers Sitting, All aligned in lines Like hollow croissants. The Fragile Pastry of their own...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 8, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
A Waste Redoubled Holborn Library is emptying out, the children’s library has gone, the stink buy accutane uk online amplifies as the books leak out and the tapping of keys carries on. Theobald’s Road grows mightier as the hobbled...
