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 22, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
Words These words, little more than trinkets, piffle, Trade in counterfeits with the soul (Should there be one). They stack loose change in separate piles Hoping they might add up one day To sums almost enough to pay A bigger bill. A shambles,...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 21, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
As we climbed the slope we’ve followed the route of the old stone wall dappled light’s playing tricks of blue on bells then shaping and sharing our way as it shades upwards over cobbled-path’s curves; a scatter of white flowers...
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 19, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
When It Rains and No-One Else is Around I mimic that previous moon, whose drowning was little more than murk-filled puddles and longwave radio crawling up walls – in wheezing lines of French; I remember mornings after, of exploding skulls and...
