by Helen Ivory | Apr 2, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Shingle In time, he became shingle, spent his days shifting up the coast, piling quietly into the river mouth, buggering up the Harbour channel. Hulls of ships grated on bewildered tides, tankers grounded between groynes. Deep in the swirling...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 1, 2019 | 2019 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
3 Swans Arrive in Prague They arrive clothed in April keenness, three Valkyries, a cloudy V made for smaller birds. They fly across the face of the National Theatre: golden spikes, a winged charioteer and reeling horses, frozen in jealous bronze....
by Helen Ivory | Mar 31, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Vixen I wait outside my daughter’s boyfriend’s house. Ignition off. Radio low. I rarely feel my hackles rise at my desk, or in Tescos, but here, a flicker creeps into my peripheral vision – fire on black – a comet’s trail, then a...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 30, 2019 | Reviews
While I Yet Live begins sudden and bold; the speaker of ‘Obit.’ Announcing i will die in London in the neighbourhood i grew up in… When the poet writes: …sweat -ed tongues and pidgin song to cease Stumbling is put upon the reader’s tongue...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 29, 2019 | 2019 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Night punting to standstill We could see nothing Except the fizz Of our cigarettes We did not know Where the edge of the water Met the boat, or bank Our eyes were shut Or not, we couldn’t Tell, and anyway We didn’t care We had no coins We were...
