by Helen Ivory | Jun 28, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Tŷ unnos (One Night House) Sunrise, the things I offer you: a house coughed up overnight by the earth in its own image, gorse, sods, turf, an eyeful of window facing sunwards, an open door, a dirt floor to be polished by...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 27, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Being Selective Eva’s milky, satin skin glowed translucently. “We went out for four years,” she said. “At first, he was funny. But he hates work. He just watches TV. His parents just pay for him. I need someone ambitious.”...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 26, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Flowers for the Meeting The chairwoman, glamorous in purple with military buttons, has wings of buttermilk dahlias. On the mantle shelf, a hat of baby pink roses, three feet wide, waits for her perfect vase of brown hair. Her spectacles on...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 25, 2013 | Prose & Poetry, Word & Image
Simpson dingo girl safe inside your canvas dreaming of the red track westward across the dunes the lean shape-shifter with toes of a dancer foxtrots the fringe camp...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 24, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Dr Glovers’ Sabbatical Taking time for himself. No evidence of habitation, the rented cottage garden is high with feverfew. In the afternoons he visits the long Norfolk beaches throws pebbles back for those he could not mend. Here there are...
