by Helen Ivory | Aug 23, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
Contraflow Asleep under a ceiling of bird wings. Some distance off, gaps in the clattering of gulls. A lick of salt in the mouth of the river. On a chair in the corner a medium and her cornflour ectoplasm stretches slick globs in the alarm clock’s...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 22, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
Bombardier There is a leaflet in the pocket of the seat in front of you. Please browse at your leisure. The leaflet is important. It contains things you need to know. We hope you can read. Fasten seatbelts. Keep them fastened tight against your...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 21, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
Worrisome The lone magpie isn’t worrisome Sitting on an eave, Beak dipping between wing feathers Intent on preening Not knowing that here, sat alone People passing take him as a symbol for sorrow. However, the little birds Gathered in the frosty...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 20, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
Distracted I am distracted by the bang, bang, bang shotguns ringing out across the fields. November and the grouse hunt is in full swing, Boris and Bean, both fat both mean with their combat trousers and hardened stare beating the grouse out of...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 19, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
Fisher’s Folly What was it that brought us to Jasper’s, We both asked of each other Late that evening. I paused, long and hard And thought of The lines My need to keep To clasp her. The party looked up and stared Straight at the fasten...
