by Helen Ivory | May 12, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
How it Is Well I whistled as the wolf went down down in the water, and also I laughed. Right out loud. Like I used to laugh, when I played games with my dad in the forest. I haven’t laughed like that for a long time. He would carry me on...
by Helen Ivory | May 11, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
/ UNLOCKING at night he disassembles himself unlocking the joints from their wet sockets he places them in ivory boxes and in the morning, somehow I saw him eating breakfast turning the pages of a magazine his fingertips the same as...
by Helen Ivory | May 10, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Storm Warning Uncanny light. Clouds taut as spoons. From my high window, the world is tuned to a canine pitch. A tree lurches in the wind, scribbling the wall with a scaffolding of shadows. A threnody of grief in those italic branches. Below the...
by Helen Ivory | May 9, 2014 | Reviews
The strands of David Morley’s thought in this collection are rich and various. On the one hand, he makes use of his own part-Romani background, together with his knowledge of the Romani dialect in which he sometimes writes. On the other, the poems in the...
by Helen Ivory | May 8, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Tartan She rubs the end of the cigarette around in the ashtray. She is alone at the bar, perched on a stool. Getting drunk won’t help. It will just complicate matters further. She will make sure she leaves before the office workers come in. They...
