by Helen Ivory | Jun 3, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
The Emperors of Ice That feeling of flying in a medium thicker than mere air that feeling of not knowing how cold can hurt if feathers fail, or fat thins that feeling of seeing season as either all dark or all light that feeling of hunger suppressed for...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 2, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
The Fold Mick brings another bucket in from the coal house and shovels coal onto the fire, reducing the flames to smoke. He throws on another lot of coal. ‘Do you think you’ll be alright with that?’ he asks. ‘Bit more I think. Bit more,’ she says....
by Helen Ivory | Jun 1, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Homecoming While the cheesecake thawed, you were growing cold on the kitchen floor. On the reddening strawberries I saw the OCD impress of your fingers as I opened the backdoor. I sat and ate a slice, its cold disturbed my inner tract. My fingers brushed...
by Helen Ivory | May 31, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
The Call My mind resists the heart’s need to travel from its solitary throne of bone and skin. I also know this: his voice is a castle, so I pick up the phone and walk in. Michaela Ridgway lives in Brighton. Her magazine credits...
by Helen Ivory | May 30, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Sending Letters to the Devil Sending letters to the devil by bottlemail, cork secured forcefully thirteen times (for luck). We’ve been conferring by waves of blazing air, discussing our plans for the potential. He floats over blistering oceans on anaemic...
