by Helen Ivory | Apr 1, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Parking Lot There’s a beauty out here that you newcomers can too easily miss in the midst of that hustle and hurry the world supposes of you. There’s a garden here, a garden full of contemporary temporary delights, delights for the senses...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 31, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
A Good Night’s Sleep Guaranteed I was staying on the Quayside in Newcastle. I’d spent the evening in the Slug and Lettuce, nursing a few beers and looking out of the window at the Tyne and The Sage. I walked out of there and into the face of...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 30, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Five photos: child in the garden 1. Bonfire charcoal In a jam jar of Rainwater With dandelion leaves: Magic potion. 2. The hot dry smell of Garden flints clashed Together prehistorically; Soft yellow brick powder Falls from an old nail turned In...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 29, 2014 | Reviews
It is difficult to write about big subjects without recourse to the abstract, and so Wendy Pratt’s first full collection is especially impressive given that its overwhelming interest is death. Pratt...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 28, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Sails The day you tried on that tiny bikini – four blue triangles of sail – I knew summer was nearly over— you were wave tumbled, storm flung, glinting on the shore in shades, slick oil skin, whilst we, still half done, spun head over heels,...
