by Helen Ivory | May 26, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
For his daughter, learning fire Sometimes verbs are stopped mid-movement and held to a page like pictures: you, crouched by the darkening wood, new sounds mouthed over and over – the rustle of a twig stirring a cauldron of bright-grey ashes, the soft hiss as flame...
by Helen Ivory | May 25, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Coast Whenever you have trouble sleeping Find yourself a room near water Give it white walls, an open window Make it high on a purpled cliff Facing an island abandoned to birds With the sea below, gnawing and roaring At its topnote of shimmering foil. ...
by Helen Ivory | May 24, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
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by Helen Ivory | May 23, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Martin Wilson and the Pantomime of Shadows What he doesn’t like are dinners, parties, rooms with more than four people, radios, telephones and anyone asking him questions. The sounds circle around like birds of prey with beaks sharpened, claws...
by Helen Ivory | May 22, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Dear Penelope Tree, I wish I were you and you were me, So, in the heat of Carnaby Street in 1963, When the cabs and salesgirls Gawp At monochrome-dramatic billboard dreams And the synaptic circuits fire green, Like blinking traffic arrows pointed In your...
