by Helen Ivory | Nov 3, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Preacher Man Harley’s congregation had swollen to 5,000 of the faithful, so he knew he was doing something right. The next step on his career path was obvious, he needed to publish a book, a spiritual book. That’s why she was there,...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 2, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
October Morning It’s never this dreary in a dream – raining cold and leaves down, a slow moving mood finally coming to life, its weight pulling us, staggering us under its heaviness, trudging to work, the walls closing around us, building up inside us....
by Helen Ivory | Nov 1, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Shooting Stars Stars were a matter of faith, star of wonder, star of light, till one August night when she walked with a boy down a Gloucestershire lane, and he told her star stories, taught her star names, Lyra, Libra, Cassiopeia, pagan, lovely...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 31, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Hellbeareen Murder Bear liked to disguise himself as the ghost of a small boy when it was time to walk among the spirits and enquire which did homeowners prefer,...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 30, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Zippo The jaw cracks wide like a sun-drunk lily, a gasp of steel in my talon hand as it reveals a puckered gullet. I thumb the flint trachea till it coughs up blue flame orange with soot. A smoulder of Golden Virginia taints the butane air as I...
