by Helen Ivory | Mar 13, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
[sub]urban sprawl: night storage for commuters sacred monsters, knaves and fools crowblack the night comes flapping Shock! have walked into something soft (a perfumed corpse?) mind’s graffiti shouts ALARM! rotating in the dark a life coming...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 12, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
WP02 TLN it feels rather strange to say that I no longer have a car. Farewell to Olaf ancient Polo, seventeen and not in best of health. To fix the oil leak repair speedometer, align the wheels would cost a great deal more than he was worth and...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 11, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Attempt at Self Portrait syntax puddle half-hearted marathon runner with piano key mouth flea the other fleas would rather not suck blood with hastily customised avatar for whoever is behind my face nice cold cup of sarcastic fridge magnet wisdom...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 10, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Out There The new veranda is unfinished and unwalled but various chairs and a paint-splattered table are placed out there in unfettered spaciousness by impatience to savour realizations approach. The mind easily fills in the rest but finds it doesn’t...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 9, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Lullaby It was always a comfort When the mournful train horn Gave way to the thunder of wheels The nightly roar from the hollow Birch trees craning in behind the house To watch the lighted windows pass by The dull vibration, felt in the gut Rising...
