by Helen Ivory | Dec 23, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Trainscapes (Ely to Cambridge) Last time it was the willows – blur where water is, settlings-in along the edges of the fields. Root-soak mappings, downwards deltas. This month, it’s the drained fens: soft green next to burnt black, silver ditches that...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 22, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Paris in August ‘You’re a whore!’ Your voice resonates through the stillness. I stare into your apartment. You’re facing to the right by the aspidistra; she’s in profile directly opposite you. The slender windows mirror my own. They’re thrown...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 21, 2013 | Prose & Poetry, Word & Image
A Heap of Broken Images After T.S. Eliot and Robert Smithson Rob Stuart is a media studies lecturer, filmmaker and light verse enthusiast living in Surrey. In addition to Ink, Sweat and Tears he has...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 20, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Dead-heading You can keep your dozen upright yellow soldiers with browning edged curled tissue-paper petals, wrapped in shining cellophane no rose-feed soaked oasis will raise them from the thirsty dead or assuage the foliaged guilt of your forecourt sex-flower...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 19, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Through His Eyes Seven years old and he’s already a frigging know-it-all! Told him, take yer shower, do it now while ya got the chance. He don’t like it. He don’t want to go first, wants to get something from the fridge...
