by Helen Ivory | May 28, 2019 | 2019 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Cerebellum (a secular prayer to the vacuum) Teach me to draw, to poach eggs, to bring a streak-free shine to every mirror in the house. Teach me to swim, bare, beneath the rush-hour bridge, to dive down to the cloying river bed where all the...
by Helen Ivory | May 27, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
White Noise You are drunk singing downstairs and I’m reading a book by Deborah Levy in bed. I’m inspired, it makes me want to buy an electric bike and wish I had a friend who’d loan me use of her shed to write & offer me Havana rum. I can hear...
by Helen Ivory | May 26, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Destination It was hot and dusty. I’d fallen asleep on the train and only woken up just in time to get off at the small country station, where I had to change trains. My shoelaces were untied, my belt undone, and my overstuffed suitcase had sprung...
by Helen Ivory | May 25, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Bearing Gifts You visit us with gifts – whisky, a bottle of prosecco, flowers, bestowed with cheerful generosity; our horizons lengthen, you update us, upload us into modern life. You offer us a twist to our old certainties, kaleidoscopic pieces...
by Helen Ivory | May 24, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
My glass-bottomed feet are happiest in water, especially the sea, and glow a deep aquarium blue. Little fish kiss the O of their open-mouthed reflections. On cold, clear nights I sometimes lie on the lawn and point the soles of my feet to the...
