by Helen Ivory | Jul 2, 2012 | Reviews
From One to Another A Body Made of You asks to be read straight through without pause: as one might rush through the rooms of an exhibition hurriedly, excitedly, to get an impression of the whole. And there is a definite pleasure in this rush – a...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 1, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Double Shift now she sleeps under him so used to armpit exhale she double-breaths her dreams he sleeps now without thinking heated roving palm tectonics burn these damp and jutted joints killing nerves to wake up numb, dead-handed and unable to soothe...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 30, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Primrose We used to keep the goats for milk and meat, but now they’re mostly pets. Mum says she has got too old to take the billy kids to slaughter. I never realised it was such a big deal, but maybe I’d feel different now. We’ve all got older. It was Mum who...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 29, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Broken Children I went looking for them In the empty room Where the sad music was playing And a woman’s voice was singing Of the deaths of children. There’s a single window Hung with cobwebs Where half sketched faces Look in through the...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 27, 2012 | Prose & Poetry, Word & Image
Poet, comedian, visionary – these are just some of the words that Andy Bennett can spell. If Beauty is Truth, and Truth Beauty, Andy has an honest face and an ugly bio, and should never be trusted with valuables. ...
