by Helen Ivory | Oct 23, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
A Mousy Story I know I know those fricken mice have guts. Once upon a time I cornered one and approaching it with an open shopping bag that bitch jumped past the bag straight at me now mind you my hands were busy holding the sac open so I had to use my...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 22, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Make Friday Jealous It was Grey Goose Thursday at Denilson’s Restaurant. Arthur the aspiring editor sat slouched at the bar, looking down at his fifth vodka and tonic. He was vaguely aware of a buzz around him, people talking, watching a baseball game on one of the...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 21, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
To The Point Seals bask on the sand stinking of fish. Just off the beach terns scream As, one by one, they dive flashing for glittering sprats. At my feet, thrift and poppies flutter flowers glowing like stained glass. Across the inner channel a lobster boat stops to...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 20, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
An Ancient Settlement This is a true story, though I cannot believe it now. We travelled in the black Mercedes, and maybe, like me, you’ll want to know where and how. I wore a blue skirt and I wore a white blouse – this I recall because I wore them...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 19, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Lookalike For a moment I’m fooled. It’s so nearly you: box pleat skirt, lilac shoes, pink blouse pressed, hair fanned in a halo – but the face isn’t yours. You’re hidden inside a waxwork of you, looking...
