by Helen Ivory | Jan 7, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Mirror Images For the seventh time that day, a metro train left a station just as Ian stepped onto a platform; he hissed: “Jeesuzzzz! Again!” The next wasn’t coming for ten minutes. “Ten bloody minutes. Jeesuzzzz!” Waiting produces...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 6, 2014 | Reviews
I’ve woken up with protest of the physical running through my mind. McMillan has a voice which surprises you, and a deep poetic theory behind the voice. It is almost as if I’m surprised – even after the wonderful the moon is a supporting player – walking into a...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 5, 2014 | 12 days 2013
Nativity Bethlehem is bolted shut and there no jobs in this England the innkeepers hold cardboard doors when he been on his bike so long that say no room and we full up for twenty, forty miles and more an angel’s crying for her mum and left and...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 4, 2014 | 12 days 2013
Christmas Brittle as a glass bauble poised to fall from the pine’s soft tips, or a wine glass perched on the table’s edge. The season when everything glitters and sparks: party people, sequinned and jewelled, hands meeting like flint and steel;...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 3, 2014 | 12 days 2013
Seasonal Now that rain reflected lights refract the decorated streets, with fractured ribbons, shivering through the darkening days, obscure, tangential, liminal, this ancient season sinks down into Earth; its signs: a sharpened flint, burnt...
