by Helen Ivory | Apr 16, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
Morning Something about waking early, before daylight streaks the air with yellow, brings an intimacy with darkness, a purity to the day’s endeavors. No matter how black the wall of night, how impenetrable the ebony expanse of starlessness,...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 15, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
Last Supper the spicy sweetness of the red pepper explodes across my tongue, like a kiss later, the sweetness of wine-poached figs the smoothness of marscapone and the bitterness of espresso combine to conclude the meal which makes me think...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 14, 2017 | 2017 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Velvet Shells After an installation by Suze MacMurray. They’ve passed the test – that tap from Chef’s blade, a glimmer of muscle from those still alive before the pile-up, blue and black, on a white plate. She imagines lovers scooping out wine-soaked...
by Kate Birch | Apr 13, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
End of Term You shovelled the snow an alibi for waiting at the gate until I came home fresh from university with one of those totem scarves. You blushed with pleasure but couldn’t look up when my lift dropped me off your frozen spade searching for...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 12, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
Dolls Where love has gone, a sign dry-rots in wind. We’re open but we’re not really there. Take these irons. Cauterise those eyes, honey. All lies begin here, the doc nods. I’ve got restless legs, she says. I’m caught up in stories. Nights, we lie...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 11, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
Purple Car I wish I had a purple car because it would look so good as I drove by holding a lemon sherbet cup People would say: “That’s a delightful combination!” while others might throw their undergarments in joy Just like the did in the days of...
