by Helen Ivory | Oct 18, 2016 | 2016 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Tree Surgery I was growing tired of trees, already, before the end. Tired of going to nature reserves, forests, woods, with your tree index book, looking up words in Latin: Quercuis ilex, rubra, robur, chasing after your over-excitable stinking dogs,...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 17, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Writing Conference For Steve M A feathered thud against the windowpane, and there outside, a crimson bird, a cardinal, stunned and faintly trembling on the gravel where it fell hard. So fragile and downthrown, so close to death. You went out with a plain...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 16, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
The Ghosts of Devon I see the clash of sea Shining rock of dead black Broken bark cracking the weeping shorelines a crumbled gun-turret above the beautiful belly of Torcross; faint circles of white trailed blue whirlpools fading into depth. I see...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 15, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Happy Birthday, Dear Madame Blavatsky She didn’t think things could get much better. Madame Blavatsky blew out all the candles on the cake, closed her eyes and wished. Each of the encircling adepts...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 14, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Right Now Right now would be good. If you don’t mind. I’ve been waiting a while. A typhoon of time. Awful, rolling hills and burning distant meadows. Gut spills and floating shadows. Pink clouds in the city, edged with dirt. Sweat stains in the...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 13, 2016 | 2016 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Blues I The creature found me in Hensol Forest during my sixteenth summer I didn’t eat anything that wasn’t blueberry flavoured for two weeks and three days It lived in a wood cabin with a log fire and floorboards that creaked under my weight We...
