by Helen Ivory | Jan 14, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Stitch I thread the needle with cotton fine and purple as the lavender growing in tufts outside of our living room window. I’ve taught myself to sew in this extra time, these hours of recuperation, with little remuneration from work – statutory sick pay...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 13, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Eve and Artemisia There was absolutely no doubt about it, everyone at the galleryhad said it one time or another. “As an artist she has balls!”Yes, penis envy and the talent to do something about it. All greatwomen in history have had to overcome...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 12, 2013 | Reviews
Cabby or Charon? The back-seat of a cab, anywhere in the world: it’s a fair bet that all of life has been played out there at one time or another. The taxi in question here is that driven by American poet...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 11, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
the plunge wild flowers, earth bound ever moribund rooted to cracks in the cliff face. there they watch, blind witnesses, under starlit sky, as the girl yokes her ankle, ties the tether. the updraft lifts the heavens breath of angels fills to booming,...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 10, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Breadcrumbs My mother died on Tuesday. I am in her house. Steve, my husband, is in her kitchen making tea. I can hear the bubbling of the kettle, and warm steam seeps into the hallway along with the clatter of cups and saucers. He will be getting them...
