by Helen Ivory | Oct 12, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
The Fruit It grows. Orchard like. Bud, flower, fruit. Grab hold, try a branch for size. It fits, like that dress sitting neatly on your curves, Makes you feel like a woman. Infused with spices, it rests in your stomach, keeping you well fed. But...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 11, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Musical Cushions The woman in the dream armchair said: ‘You must be one of those people who doesn’t realise that music’s playing all the time.’ David Mac is one of the greatest forklift drivers to emerge from the UK. His words have...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 10, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Exuberance and a girl called Kimberley I want to be generous as my feet are firmly planted in clay and I’m in danger of disappearing into a big hole; my house is made of diamond-cut glass and I can be as rash and foolish as a girl called Kimberley....
by Helen Ivory | Oct 9, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Fukushima staggered by a blow six hundred million times more fierce than the first time man delivered a sun to bloom and scorch upon her loam untold shadows no fire this time in shattering waves though now, as then, so many souls vanished from this...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 8, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Virgo “Trying”. It’s what the horoscope always says. Virgo: persevering, determined, thorough. Like a dreary school report the same from year to year,
“Tries hard. Tries hard”, but never “Could try harder”. It’s like being trapped beneath an unsafe inn...
