by Helen Ivory | Apr 15, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
The Hunters in the Snow After Pieter Breughel the Elder I love the perspective, the trees all straight, Four horizontal lines, dark, receding. The sense of cold creeping out of the frame, Frozen; a picture in time and place. A...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 14, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
The Sheds Sheds: haunches nestled into banked earth. Cow parsley, ragwort, bedding high sides. Blunt faces nose-ringed with hanging padlocks. Inside, a stook of exhausted spades, a knackered wheelbarrow, face-down, a crippled bike, kept for...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 13, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Songstress on Primetime Italian TV Songstress what songstress I see svelte teenage girls in bikinis gyrating while men watch & women clap hands in time to the band who are all men no they’re definitely lip-synching in fact not even...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 12, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
In Memory of Brian Donovan 1939-2013 Always – perhaps not always – you were genial In imitation of now-gone personalities, perhaps Drunk – that described person – and yourself, so Much that it hurt to laugh, although strong beer Gives a...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 11, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
In the Hallway A girl pressing her cheek against a door, doorjamb, or wall beside a door. Crying probably, possibly mumbling. That’s it. Her face is turned away, you can’t see if she’s pretty. Which would make a difference in your quotient...
