by Helen Ivory | Sep 10, 2019 | 2019 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Stone Let me look at your face in wonder, and hold it in my hands. Let me, with careful fingers, trace that noble nose, handsome and proud, which now can’t poke where it doesn’t belong. Let me stroke those silky eyelids with my thumbs. I will try...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 9, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
The Job Time was privatized long ago. The firm that absorbed it, a major multicosmic, plans only to gut and chop and sell it off. Meanwhile, those images you see among our peasantry of smiling Adam walking with a doggy dinosaur are ads, like any...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 8, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Ghosts dry rot, damp and musty airlessness conjure up ghosts that even dogs can see drifts of blue under green leaves bear a whiff of young romance in maytime long ago sunlit cafés in foreign city squares waft in on the aroma of fresh coffee a gas...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 7, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Rows A strange condition for a row amongst the headstone rows that flank the hill side cemetery, that hangs and flows, marble chips and chips off marble, chip paper, scree of lager cans and driven flowers; sunlight bearing on the granite backs...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 6, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Vapour A road trip. That old saloon: deep blue finned in a quaint English way, more sea bass than marlin. No destination. We were testing freedom, heading out across the fen landscape, where aircraft buzzed tree crowns and farm buildings and tore...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 5, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
I think I feared the morning I think I feared the morning. As if it would drop on me like a planet; as if the first light would wring me from sleep; as if it would play every ache my limbs had been ribboned sleepless with in sadistic symphony; as...
