by Helen Ivory | May 17, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
The Fear of Flooding Up the valley there are dams to hold back heavy poisons rusty slurry tanks sequestering cattle shit and stinking ponds for retting flax and if we had diamonds there would be dangerous spoil heaps and if the gold had not run out there would...
by Helen Ivory | May 16, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
Coconut Fever The days were long and there had been six of them apparently, though that meant very little. Weeks or months would have felt the same. That’s how it is when you’re a kid. Time passes differently. All I knew was that the bed had grown...
by Helen Ivory | May 15, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
What’s Going On? What is this inside me? Who parcels up my heart In scoops and chunks And strains it through my mouth, Lofty as love speech? What keeps that organ going – Ticking, beating, kicking…Enough! It is drowning in its own red sweat....
by Helen Ivory | May 14, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
After the funeral The rope swing at Nanna’s still tethered to the Sycamore tree, still the safest place to be. I make dust clouds with my feet and watch the heat rise in waves from the tarmac on the drive. I’m six again and see her standing there,...
by Helen Ivory | May 13, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
Sunchaser’s Escapades So , as I tell, to cut long stories short, succinct , Wild conservation by elders-ancients in the system Was inbuilt ; animals protected most by dint Of sheer association , making gods of them. The flying monkey god,...
by Helen Ivory | May 12, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
Alles, Alles “And something miraculous will come close to the darkness and ruin…” Anna Akhmatova, Everything Everything rings willow most days and wears every shade of jade. Eyes and trees set life running free;...
