by Helen Ivory | Mar 17, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
River Creature I grew from a trickle down from the sky, Slowly but surely, Carved out a bed Using sand, pebbles, Mud and rocks Anything I could Grab hold of With my big watery hands, I took giant steps, Similar to running It felt like a race, I...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 16, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Dentist Lying on a vinyl chair, I listen to music. The melody depicts a forest in this sanitized room. While I’m opening my mouth, a squirrel is crunching on an acorn, leaves falling into a puddle. When the anaesthetic starts taking effect, a...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 15, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Biography When mum was a girl she had no shoes: sprinting through stubble bloodied her toes. Tell me a story that closes in sleep A playground Howitzer tested the class: Answer this question – the answer is Yes. ...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 14, 2014 | Prose & Poetry, Word & Image
Photo By Peadar O’Donoghue A Birthday Treat and a Last Bastion of Love I do believe you shouldn’t throw stones. And I don’t see the point in killing birds. If anything I’ve tried to save them. At the City Gallery our...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 13, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
* Your cardigan’s hem Stitches ruined without touch Jump off the cliff now. * Reading Macbeth in italics The characters are tilted and The witches by my side. * Ice cubes on my water please Let my teeth chill. Titanic should meet its glacier. * An...
