by Helen Ivory | Apr 8, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
In the Garden After Storms When you love someone, you’re curious about them. You long to ask questions, hunger for answers. What’s your favourite food? Bath or shower? What’s the last movie you saw? Do you read in bed? Do you like wine, gardening, knitting, boxing,...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 7, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
The Examined Life of Dr. X O, former tennis-player! Your closet rasps with the bones of carbon-fibre skeletons where the leads of divorce-lost dogs hang – their slack ligaments – and noose your marriage muscle. O, maker of uncomfortable party guests! Your...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 6, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
A Clean White Shroud For Geoff Stevens Smoking still makes me dizzy. My mind wanders when I boil soup. Each pint of dark ale, raised: ‘Rage!’ See-through people play with broken poems on the other side, banging their fists like cocaine hearts. I hear rising chords,...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 3, 2012 | Interviews
By The Icarian Sea It was a good orange, firm but with a spring to it. Shepherd cast a glance towards his sheep (all there) then dug a fingernail in. It was a good orange. He proceeded, with care, to carve out a land for himself, smiling when the peel came away...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 2, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Gran’s Staircase Her voice was ringing in my ears. I was Violet Elizabeth Bott, screaming and the burnt pan stood, unwashed, on the draining board. She’d go to and fro through the shop door or into the kitchen and, halfway up the stairs, I’d be watching. In that house...
