by Helen Ivory | Jul 12, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
What Becomes Of The Absent-Minded? our houses smell of burned apples and pine forests dripping through ceilings we carry sausages from room to room with a feeling that somebody wrote a song about us we light ovens and cook emptiness...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 11, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
A lie must not advertise itself. Dreaming a word I woke: Encomium? There was no one about and I looked. Maybe I was grateful for waking from sleep again or just from sleep. A fool’s freedom. Both. All. Time now looked like a door. But behaved like a...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 10, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Alien As there are one hundred thousand million stars in our galaxy, and one hundred thousand million galaxies, I would expect some variety. But the astronomer affected surprise when she informed a marvelling journalist that two planets, recently...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 9, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Testing, Testing I awoke sweating like a A. Mormon at an anti-bigamy conference. B. farmer facing down a rabid donkey. C. truck driver steering his semi down an icy road. I assumed I’d had a nightmare, but I couldn’t remember anything. It...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 8, 2012 | Blogs & News
Based at the Norfolk and Norwich Millennium Library and launched on this year’s World Book Night with readings from George Szirtes and Heidi Williamson, Poetry Unbound is a new project which aims to extend the audience for contemporary poetry in Norfolk by...
