by Helen Ivory | Mar 12, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Hole Tell your secrets to a hole in the ground facing north for then the earth will swallow up your secret for all time it shall enter into the memory of the soil and the rivers and the plains and the gods atop the mountains will take it then as...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 11, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Hypothermia i bend my arms foetal against the cold, old and crippled, i am earthquakes and osteoporosis. i am rickety mountains trembling under gravid, granite peaks i grow in shadow though my bones are soft, even young legs are made of dirt:...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 10, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
On our Sixth Date, I offer my arm as a right angle, and in its taking, you learn, perhaps, through the calm pulse of our stroll, the way in which, or the sense of the way in which, my hip is set. Tom Wiggins is a 27 year-old writer from Gloucester. He is an...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 9, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
The Map Under the pavements I’ve hidden My map, drawn in black and carmine, Saved for my daughters. The lessons In reading it were secret ones, held early In the morning: they swore on pain of death To keep it between the three of us. The land...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 8, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
The Three Friends 1 Phoenix, Jade and Maisie, best friends since Year One, stick together in their voyage through the Infants. Phoenix and Jade are in Mrs Clarkson’s ‘Special Class’. Maisie is a mermaid who swims between the rocks of their desks...
