by Helen Ivory | May 1, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Familiar From dawn ’til dusk you paced the dusted Floorboards, patient until nightfall, when The spindled fingers of the forest snatched you From the cottage. Now at last You return, ears burred and muddy, red-tongued Silly boy, moony-eyed and...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 30, 2014 | Reviews
The history of the aeroplane becomes the third character in Fred and Blossom’s story in this tender, largely biographical collection. From the outset Fred and Blossom were bound to collide even though they grew...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 28, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Visiting The room smells of old cigarettes and stale whisky. I know he has been here, can see him sat on the bed flickering through my books, breathing in my perfumes, tasting my designer cigarettes. He would have held the silver framed photograph...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 27, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
not this year leaves move bravely dancing in the face of no wind like kids playing on the rails ain’t gonna get me not falling to the ground not this year I shall take my legs and dance on the graves of no time like a kid old man...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 26, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Last Tango on Archway Road The 143 was stopped at The Winchester when the driver ran onto the top deck holding a sequinned stiletto in each hand and a red rose between his teeth. The last time Mrs Losely took the bus a man in a fedora who said his name...
