by Helen Ivory | May 12, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Louche Old Man in Tartan Trousers Swaggering up Upper St Denim jacket Wild grey hair 70 if a day Heading to the Hope and Anchor? Dragging on a Soubrani What have you lived through? Slick liner eyes Satin snake drooped round your neck Slithering on...
by Helen Ivory | May 11, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Invigilation In fifty years there’ll only be the sanitised versions, adaptations printed in school text-books, papers analysed to death by academics; another chapter of our dubious past to be studied, scrutinised, peer-reviewed, no emotion, no...
by Helen Ivory | May 10, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
White-Knuckles In the force of the fall, it’s OK to call your screams outbursts of joy as long as they don’t shrill. You can fool everyone, if you keep your body still and maintain a grip on the restraining bar. You can hang on to your courage sat next...
by Helen Ivory | May 9, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
The Woman Hidden in the Forest would tell you this is not a disappearing act this is in fact a transformation to be so naked and so wrapped in leaves that boundaries cannot be determined in respect to...
by Helen Ivory | May 8, 2019 | 2019 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Origins She would not have the mini bag of Haribo, even though she loves them, because they had been handed out in her classroom for the birthday of a boy she did not like. She’s going to hold grudges which eventually will hurt her, or hold the...
