by Helen Ivory | Jun 1, 2015 | 2015 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Whatever shall I do with this time to myself? There is too much and too little choice all at once So I content myself with ferreting the remains of the laundry basket. So many socks! I have turned the rogue ones outside out, mud sprinkling, dried...
by Helen Ivory | May 28, 2015 | 2015 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
A tiny pot of Devon custard I can still remember the smell in that bedroom, meaty, musky and sour like bad breath. I can feel the thick purple carpet pile tickling in between my toes, the cool smoothness of the sleek aubergine wardrobe...
by Helen Ivory | May 23, 2015 | 2015 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Black Holes & Other Inconsistencies after Edgar Martins There’s a thin blue line sprayed vertically on the wall and a film of grey dust on the floor. A square shadow of shade turns sand a darker yellow, and there’s a distant light in the...
by Helen Ivory | May 14, 2015 | 2015 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Pick of the Month May 2015 Another Canaan There was a wasteland and cold tire tracks in the skin of the sand. I forgot I couldn’t breathe. In the distance was something I could crawl to; flat lands – these were like the lands of my childhood, a...
by Helen Ivory | May 12, 2015 | 2015 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
The Flying Monk Elmer built his labyrinth And dreamed his Daedalus escape. For years he gathered Feathers from kitchens, Down from pillows, Raided carrion, plucked dungheap birds, Poached rare flight And planned. He worked gravity on a lathe,...
by Helen Ivory | May 1, 2015 | 2015 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry, Word & Image
Noir The inferno of the living is not something that will be; if there is one, it is what is already here. Italo Calvino. ‘Invisible Cities’. The proof is in the text. He manipulates keys. They hold plastic close, electronic skipping....
