by Helen Ivory | Apr 20, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Voice-Over We were taken onto the terrace that day. We often were if the weather held. You can see us all breathing deeply; as if the Margate air could rinse us clean. I’m third on the right. A nurse flickering around my iron framed bed. My...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 20, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Sunday Morning 3am You haven’t lived until . you’ve pulled a drunken woman from a car, half-lifted her up a long thin staircase like a sack of coals, dumped the gibberish of her body on a couch, sat back and watched head and body go at each other like...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 19, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
shelter – we play to pass the time well we choose a spot that is hidden, far back in the woods. where the branches creak and the wind in the conifer leaves sounds like the sea I watch the lichen growing on the tree trunks...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 18, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Walking Night time quiet fills the street broken only by the sound of my steps and the pitter-patter of my dog’s paws on the bitumen still hot from the sun. The moon’s silver rain covers me with light stretching my shadow down the...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 17, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
The Need to Travel I cannot rhyme the green bird by my window with the fan whirling, and my thoughts going backwards in cycles homewards again. The few rooms that have been mine I know by heart down to the turtle-shaped smudge on the mirror, inspiration...
