by Helen Ivory | Jan 3, 2013 | 12 days 2012
An Epiphany ‘I can’t help you,’ says the guy on the desk. ‘Look at this place. The Israelis bomb it and then they drive tanks over the rubble, How would I notice one more lump of concrete among all the rest?’ ‘Not concrete,’ mumbles Caspar. It’s the...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 2, 2013 | 12 days 2012
Many A Hog this twenty twelve has not ended quietly see dandelions of every hue roar its surrender and lanterns of hope carry prayers to their oblivion while ill attired and worse tempered the Wife Beaters consorts surge clanging and clattering through a wide...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 1, 2013 | 12 days 2012
Song This evening’s clouds capture The private imperative of prayer. The impossible confluence Of sky, water in air. There is something in them of us- Our bending toward silent speech. Bearing at an event horizon, To each, an ever-escaping...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 31, 2012 | 12 days 2012
A Christmas Carol From Ovid He dumped her by text. She sat outside Costa and read the message: “i don’t think we should see each other anymore” What a dick. She wasn’t going to let him make her cry. She started to cry. As she cried the...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 30, 2012 | 12 days 2012
London, December I only love London in winter Monet Daybright city darts in for an evening paper, comes out dark-savvy, neon-wise… trace the city in your tilting eye, river cocking its snook through the post-codes, idling past...
