by Helen Ivory | Jun 23, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Accepting She found it difficult to like the child standing silently in front of her; it exuded cunning beyond its years, having lived, perhaps, on the streets too long, or possibly it was born malevolent, with a soul shriveled like the arm that...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 22, 2013 | Blogs & News, Prose & Poetry
Smells as Sweet He said it with flowers: one dozen red roses to smother love and patch a broken heart. It wasn’t enough. A thousand roses wouldn’t have been...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 21, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Ghost I read there is a name for it, this absence, this expanse, this frozen place. There is a name for it – they call it ambiguous loss. Words that carry the weight of years of observation, trials and texts, a term for missing the one you love,...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 20, 2013 | Prose & Poetry, Word & Image
Love is a common word. Don’t let your jaded mind forget its purest derivations. 1. A topiary forest, home of a hungry paradise, a rotund heaven. 2. The round rind bed on which a baby roundling sleeps blanketed in ove leaves. 3. Without umbrella...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 19, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
A meeting of minds You said you preferred Orwell’s essays. The way they lulled you into a sense of the plain, transcending any given ideology often whilst condemning or praising it. I said – I preferred his moustache. You said your first...
