by Helen Ivory | Jul 23, 2012 | Prose & Poetry, Word & Image
After When you go to the supermarket place my head in your wire basket as you wander...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 22, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
The Orphanage And years later there came a night when, balancing on a red sofa in a red room, he either fell in a clonazepam splatter to the (red) carpet or climbed the arms, back, and escaped through the high cellar window out of which he could...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 20, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Testament Drifting alone in deep space, it came across a little dead machine. It was inactive. A quick scan showed that it had been designed to study the planets that now lay years and years behind it. It was undoubtedly of extraterrestrial origin....
by Helen Ivory | Jul 19, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Kasaba Bay Bats pour like furry water from a crack beneath our rondavel’s tin roof as sunset eases sweltering heat. Slip-streamed by stink of mosquito- blood guano they fall and fly in a whispering, leather-scuffed, silver river, Colours evaporate;...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 18, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Lucidity In that one blunt shining moment of impact, when the perfect uncoiled fish-hook claws of that great buzzard or hawk marry the stretched- to-breaking-point sinewy hide of the hare, does the bird change? Does the untamable essence of that driven hunter...
