by Helen Ivory | Jul 12, 2017 | 2017 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry, Word & Image
Fox-wife When I told you I’d trick the moon right out of the sky and into your wine, your eyes said I couldn’t be trusted; you knew my kind that come on the breeze, under the crow’s wing, when hope needs us the most. My hands are...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 25, 2017 | 2017 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Look at That! ‘Look at that! a top hat on a tea pot,’ you shout, as we stop just a little too close to a china display in the shop and, with a swipe of your hand, you make a fat pot-headed Victorian gentleman involuntarily doff his hat, and a...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 24, 2017 | 2017 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
All Events Must Have Rules There are birds nesting in the roof of the porch. I don’t know what type of birds they are but they judge us for being young and inexperienced. Today I am not here for an official visit, and the officials would haul me...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 23, 2017 | 2017 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Counting Imagine that you’re sitting on the edge of your bed. Perhaps you’re shaving your legs. And you see that the floor is covered with dust. Wherever you look there’s dust and the longer you look the more dust there is but you do not fetch the hoover...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 20, 2017 | 2017 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Waiting Waiting, looking out of our bedroom window at the car park in the distance, wondering how long you will be. Killing time, we drop your Action Man out of the window, the one we’ve tied a carrier bag to as a poor, makeshift parachute. The...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 14, 2017 | 2017 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
House Share Mice make themselves as thin as envelopes to fit under your doors. I am amused, until a mother mouse drags her deformed infant to the middle of the room. Bald, rosy, twitching on the floor. I stop next-door’s cat from hooking it away....
