by Helen Ivory | Dec 28, 2013 | 12 days 2013
‘They came back, all the dolls’ Midnight.They rise from their presentation boxes with hard, painted smiles. One walks stiff as a great aunt, another lifts her posable arms, the fairy doll rubs at the hole in her hand, wailing for her wand...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 27, 2013 | 12 days 2013
Spike the orphan child waited on sundays at the gate boggled by the hinges a self-employed hugger of sheep he has the hard agile hands of a maker do itchy scalp pheasant in the sack footsteps rolling across the snow...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 26, 2013 | 12 days 2013
Whatever happened to Cain? The bad son the one who killed the good son, broke the family, appalled the neighbours, got thrown out in to a hostile world, walked the earth homeless, loveless, followed the Majii (at a discrete distance) stood on the...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 25, 2013 | 12 days 2013
Magi – I was a charming and respected teacher, an influential man with everything to lose by speaking out. I spoke. Now, who’s for Astro-Psychics class, Messiah Theory, or Further Myth? This crock of frankincense was my sardonic way (I’m famous for those wry asides)...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 24, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Grey Ocean This is the first lie The second follows A little girl lifts the moon out of her silk purse Light jumps down on fields of wild strawberries Dancing once more to the ringing wind and rain On the lips of light lies her lemon yellow seed I see it scull...
