by Helen Ivory | Apr 20, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
roman holiday in my head you walked across the sacred squares of Rome, papal fancies, golden towers (scraping the inside of my skull) and on until the Tuscan Sun addressed your spine and wished it good day caressed your...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 19, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Moon The moon reaches through the crack in the curtain to draw on the wall. ‘You do not belong here,’ she says, ‘not unless you are dreaming.’ ‘But they’re expecting me, I reply, ‘and dreaming is not allowed.’ I open the front door and...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 18, 2014 | Prose & Poetry, Word & Image
Woman Cursing the Moon (After Miroslav Holub: Man Cursing the Sea) Someone just climbed to the top of the hill and started cursing the moon: stupid moon, stupid...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 17, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
A Hero’s Deith Still he shidders, an staunds wi his swuird, an threitens, kiverin wi breuken shield his kist’s remains, nou, his een are plowt intae infineet shaidae, spirin frae lips that lin thair hero’s sang. Faur awa, twa seelent raens...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 16, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Rescue They’d found him as usual up Pendle Hill, and as usual the police car stopped at number 26. Here we are Mrs Higginbottom, safe and sound. The young policeman spoke gently as he guided his passenger. Josh was wearing his choir...
