by Helen Ivory | Nov 12, 2016 | 2016 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Nothing Broken Something was always crooked, off-true, I’d cut out across town in rain that never got through, but weighed me down. There was always a glass slipper I couldn’t fill; cold floors beneath stockinged feet, lifeless layers of damp...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 8, 2016 | 2016 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Close for Steve To appreciate how the sky came down into the room and lifted me up into blue, you’d have had to be there, inside my head, where all of the good things I’ve said about your calling happen spontaneously. This time, all those gifts...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 7, 2016 | 2016 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
To Us All a message from loudspeaker onto our waiting ears tells us all welcome, come inside, come as you are but when we enter they begin taking us apart offering us new clothes and figures. HR Creel is getting too old...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 31, 2016 | 2016 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Six Red Seeds In Persephone’s dreams the sky is black and ravens sing like mourning doves. Beneath the white grass, the soil is red as pomegranate juice. She longed to go back to her mother’s safe house, filled to the walls with stacks of...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 26, 2016 | 2016 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Fairy Dell Riverside section within Stubbylee Park, Stacksteads. Sophie Lancaster was fatally assaulted in the park in August 2007. The ground is digesting the park in its underbelly. All the things that used to shimmer are being swallowed. The...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 24, 2016 | 2016 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Before She Went She rests in music all day long Jazz, Opera, Nationalist folk, The closest thing to silence I can find here. If she raised her head, she would see Tesco, a pub and the steelworks, the new...
