by Helen Ivory | Aug 17, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
The startle response In babies cat whiskers or a change of light or firework thudding far off, can cause consternation. Usually people learn to deflect such attacks, but not always. In some, this nervousness continues to rankle and the tickle of...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 16, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
some Interesting Facts about SPIDERS spiders are not Insects because they have eight legs, although the ‘Spider Swagger’ can be done on Six. spiders are Particularly good at Battleships and have Bested other species consistently in Championships. in 1846...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 15, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
Anniversary
I have only three fingers left, but I stretch my hand into the bin where orphaned body parts lie, waiting to be repurposed, you might say, and pull out – a blue button eye, separated from the place where it was sewn to witness the...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 14, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
Novice She is just sixteen, and clings to her pillar of faith, plump as a duck, or a goose stuffed with buttery prayers. Papa delivers fish, wine, fur-lined boots, to the convent turn and the sisters question (after their silent supper) how such a child could...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 13, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
D H Lawrence Painted My Bathroom* I kid you not. He did it for ‘fun’. Swapped word for image and went to town on my blurry window panes: transcendental doodlings in primary colours, mostly with a bit of teal for good measure. And white. Recondite white....
by Helen Ivory | Aug 12, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
Quercus It had always been there, standing against the sky as he left the village, between the field edge and the ditch, a constant presence in every coming and going. Now, curiosity draws him towards it. He shivers as the freshness of morning...
