by Helen Ivory | May 22, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Dreaming teacher In the hollow of the night you leap from your bed and slip through the patio doors into your garden. Slim legged and shyly bowed head, you graze – not the woman sleek in black who teeters through your working day but...
by Helen Ivory | May 21, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
The Halo round a Frying Pan — is hard to see under the cold white light of a halogen bulb. Blackened by use and misuse, caked in fat from yesterday’s fry-up, the empty vessel is restless to go to work again. Where there’s grease there’s worth....
by Helen Ivory | May 20, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
The Miracle of Our Evolution The creek full of dead fish/ sunken/ muddy bottom laid flat -dead eyed stares -opened mouths -gills collapsed we waded into the water and our feet began to rot we ran to the doctor who couldn’t cure us I became a...
by Helen Ivory | May 19, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Autobiography I only remember our neighbour’s wind chimes, Rosie and Jim, and my first lie. There was a tree house in the garden, blue and white checked summer dresses, a silent dinner table. My mother’s soft fingers on my forehead said...
by Helen Ivory | May 18, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
For Sale We are an abandoned house. Walls of wood slowly stripped dried bark fading on the floor. For Sale sign creaking with the wind’s song. The two of us, outside. Feet pressing on wet leaves. Selling ourselves with smiles that...
