by Helen Ivory | Aug 2, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Last Night the moon like one of your fingernails hangs in the sky blotting out sleep a child’s dreams have held me awake all night daddy’s sorry daddy’s sorry daddy won’t do it again across the great gulf from your place in hell are you sorry,...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 1, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Angels writing to the Hebrides Madam, there has been a misunderstanding, a misapprehension, something of that sort. Although we angels do drop daily to the heather, it is not a question of bad oxygen supply. No, we like it. It is probably a sexual thing....
by Helen Ivory | Jul 31, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
On Milking Stile Lane An old house like a dusty afternoon in a town terrace of June weekdays. A brown front door propped on a brick, the step smooth as an arm. A hall of dazzled dark, as cold as a beer bottle beaded wet from the fridge. From bed a...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 30, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Hopeless Cause or Maybe Not Early November, one Monarch but so late. Already frost cut the thread that led from summer. The milkweeds are all dead with their whitesailed seeds settled down from drifting. Lone Monarch lingerer priming for flight on the...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 29, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Lathallan I breathe earthy wettish smells through mossy planks, and – prickle – hearing snuffling close by; through dark glass glimpse wraiths of milky smoke: a petrol-blue jumper lurches into view, then i’m...
