by Helen Ivory | Nov 19, 2012 | Reviews
The Book I Never Wrote is Ross Cogan’s second collection and as fascinating as his first, Stalin’s Desk, (Oversteps Books, 2005), in the...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 18, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Enlightenment 82 On the bus people have plans in their pockets and misgivings are loose change. Their smiles tell you lies and you pocket the difference Stars drip from zips left open. Pasty crumbs are worshipped as promises. A 7up can is an omen,...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 16, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Fat Man Oh ribbon weaver what did you weave in the war room for Coventry? Fine sky blue yarns, fat Havana halos, the prophetic ligature for stained black saints. Oh war shepherd the mauling wolves embed our moon torn against our spire. Toe tags queue for...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 15, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Mute After T. S. Eliot I’m holding out my hair like it’s a snake – a slow loop from wrist to wrist. This is how I string my bow: begin softly, pianissimo, before the great crescendo rings. I tighten these here million strings and strum – a cricket...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 14, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Rain At first I thought it was a car pulling up the gravel drive. Now no-one can leave the house. See the fledglings in their speckled overcoats Lined up, scouring the garden as if searching for clues in a murder investigation. See how they stretch the...
