by Helen Ivory | Aug 8, 2013 | Poetry as a Lifeline
The Company Some dropped behind sofas or hung on washing lines, snagged in peg bags and crowded underwired bras. Others overshot potting sheds and garden gnomes to break as precinct suicides. These were no pudding basin gangsters from the shires, they were sturdy lads...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 8, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
The Distaff Side Looms dragging red kisses on the inside of the knees we clutched to our chests by night. As Penelope and her girls unpicked theirs we dreamt of ours, under the weft-side of the sky. The girl had weaved for just one day, before the...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 7, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Graveyard Tour The drilling rig stood in the dark middle of the night in the center of North Dakota, its strings of bright bulbs the only light for fifty miles. Two large-cab pickups were parked in front of the freight container that served as an...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 6, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Flickers and Flames Sound the sirens for the smoke in the rain. It enveloped the sky and the conversation. It burnt brightly and stopped the trains They came running with speculation To see the end of it all and the start of something To see the...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 5, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Isale-Eko Just a kid with an Unquenchable libido for Soccer, and A mother, supportive, like The spines aid the primates. The journey to Isale-Eko for a premature Soccer tourney takes a new twist, Like a laudable fictional Story. I dump my zest for...
