by Helen Ivory | Jan 31, 2017 | 2017 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Human Luggage A grey Huddle descends: Hilda and Beryl roll the tide forwards Although the wave is sedate and unsure Chris grabs Ben’s hand off to the side needing a friend Bernie thinks there’s something stuck to Joe’s right foot Should he...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 28, 2017 | 2017 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
you have to eat she cries if i do not eat so i eat the breakfast i eat the clouds, i eat my words letter by letter scooped with gravy onto a knife. i eat a sandwich she’s prepared and the plate. i eat some lunch. in the evening we eat a chicken...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 27, 2017 | 2017 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
The Stones of Jerusalem 1. Arrival & Departure –In memoriam György Timár Oblivious to his grandson – a gift! – absorbed in a birthday book, my timorous brother lifted his eyes to the Mediterranean sky. The stench of burning human flesh eternally...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 26, 2017 | 2017 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Broken He was a reassembly job. A fixer-upper. A jigsaw puzzle. At first I tried with stitches while he slept; my mother had taught me how to sew when I was a little girl and I knew all the different patterns but none of them held. He shuffled...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 13, 2017 | 2017 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
The Houseplant Advisor Following my own old advice I have put the first part of this, i.e. the part that came out first, at the end or, to be more precise, near the end. And it’s not always first idea first place though often it can be if one is able...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 4, 2017 | 2017 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Waiting At Swanpool the sand is Demerara sugar a dark heart floats: cocoa on a cappuccino scurf. Out there, the horses break relentless, Shire hooves kicking up pasts. Fairy lights string the ships in, a bistro siren big on gratuities and gulfweed. The sea has...
