by Helen Ivory | Sep 17, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
What Guides the Spider A whispering sounds on the wall, Is heard for certain in the garden. Spiders are unsurprised, It seems, by human absence Of our vacant rooms. And in the shadows, Intricate weavings Are commonplace. The street patterns light On fading...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 16, 2012 | Reviews
Part of this collection’s skill lies in the maintenance of a coherent narrative throughout the poems. The story is that of a remarkable family. Whilst each individual work is long, the poems...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 14, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
observatory winter in sutherland drives the sheep to the skies – the warmth of some suns even at a distance can overwhelm: invited in from their kraals they scatter as if free. on the edge of town inside a roofless hut i sat down...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 13, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Before Nano-Memoirs He scrawled his drunken stupor across the back flap of a safety envelope, mailing it to the wrong address. “Next time there’ll be hell to pay,” he warned in thick, black ink crawling like spider veins over the edge, up my arm, down my...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 12, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Secrets the not saying of it the hush of it weeping through her veins through her daughter’s quiet down the branched roads of generations the still of it the still stain of it the weary road shale grey the lie of it ...
