by Helen Ivory | Dec 5, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
The Sun Spear You are pierced, it’s true, and the sun has seared your child flesh; but since we share a flame, and since we spin like spirits in a ceilidh of flames, I am split and seared with you, kilted to our wounds by a fine, sharp pin,...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 4, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
‘If it’s New Daffodils to be Dying in May’ Taking online lessons in how to best greet that certain someone if bumping into them again didn’t prepare me at all for someone just looking quite like that “certain someone” walking in and disturbing the reading and...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 3, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Saturday morning Preciosa hangs her baby on the wind, the father, look: smoke is rising from the mezquita, the nuns walk by the children’s cemetery, bless the little coffins, look: Archangels are breathing autumn over the balcony, treacle...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 1, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
The Voice, The Sound, The Song England’s education secretary Nicky Morgan has rejected MPs’ calls to make sex-and-relationship education compulsory in all schools – BBC News, 11th February, 2016 1 A congregation of girls rattling like...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 29, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Fish Whisperer The loch plays the game it likes to play on windless days, double this, double that, sheep/sheep cow/cow rowan/rowan. Eyes twice-fill and only a frill of white at the water’s edge remains un-reflected. Splish-splash – an...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 28, 2016 | 2016 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Blade Sometimes you can ride it, like in Texas when you put your foot down and we flew, the screen and mirrors all enveloping, sucking and flapping the horizons in its corners, and then just for a few minutes we were the vanishing point as desert...
