by Helen Ivory | Oct 2, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
Iris Among the Lilies ‘The October water is like glass and scarcely flows.’* Iris Murdoch, ‘October’. A clumsy plunge – this quiet river pool tasting of weed and wild fowl the green water hazy with algae. Her unwieldy body sinking towards the roots of...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 1, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
Left Luggage Office at the European Border So! How may I help you, dear? Your little life has gone missing? Oh my! You will need to fill in a reclamation form. Was it a) misplaced b) forgotten c) left behind d) stolen, e) abandoned? Try to remember, dear....
by Helen Ivory | Sep 30, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
What Every Rusholme Housemaid Wants Sarah, get yourself to the boating lake. They take a turn each day. Granted an afternoon’s relief from dust and grates, Cook wheeshes me out the basement door to Platt Fields where the lake is an ocean of rowing...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 29, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
What Greater Map of Liberty Than One Marked Out by Things Themselves Prints on sand, made by beach party feet; by the yellow-boot soles of a fisherman, stood beside two smaller feet far away from the mass the beach remembers only as a scuffed blur. See...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 28, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
The Branded Hand This Daguerreotype was taken Aug. 1845. It is a copy of Captain Jonathan Walker’s hand as branded by the U.S. Marshall of the Dist. of Florida for having helped 7 men to obtain ‘Life Liberty, and Happiness.’ SS Slave...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 27, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
M-T Taylor’s poems and short stories have appeared in Northwords Now, The Glasgow Review of Books, Nutshells and Nuggets, Snare’s Nest, and printed anthologies from The Glasgow Women’s Library, The Federation of Writers Scotland, and...
