by Helen Ivory | Dec 8, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Traversing the Threshold after Liminal by Helen Ivory When you forget to sleep seek the cracks of your home, how they expand and contract, how your tread loosens the fabric. Beware of wolf voices disguised as cats calling to the moon, and learn their...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 7, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
At Night Afterwards, we went to a Dance. All leg kicks and colour we joined in making shapes so fresh they were as yet unnamed. We patted hands, moving in straight lines of black, with waves of orange and multi-greens either side We created that...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 6, 2013 | Reviews
The Plucking Shed, 2010. Cinnamon Press. Rise, 2012. Cinnamon Press. To survive cancer, as this poet has done, and to write about the experience without fear or bitterness is remarkable, and yet...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 5, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
A Child’s Tale This is your father, my mum whispers. Her hands telling me to call him ‘dad’. Tonight I find the dad sprawled across mum’s bed. Like a hairy spider, like a beetle on its back, like a black octopus. There is...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 4, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
You Turn Into Birds A flock taking fright as I clump into the field You dot the October sky like painting a myth by numbers. I try to call you down with a handful of rough seeds But already you’re a vee of geese migrating and I can do nothing but...
