by Helen Ivory | Aug 16, 2016 | 2016 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Somewhere on the moon I have been trying to decipher your thin smile, a shaky bridge between your ears. Those eyes, slits- blocking away the truth, with a look of longing, search for stars beyond your skin. The way you chaliced your palms when it rained,...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 15, 2016 | 2016 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Some Data and a Little Insight There’s no one here whose heart is still to break – Roddy Lumsden after Po Chü-i No-one’s heart in that room is waiting to be broken for the first time and no-one is standing here, among the quiet men, whose...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 14, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Public Transport Sir Edward Elgar is standing at a bus stop in Great Malvern, alongside a public telephone kiosk; bowler-hatted and moustachioed, nonchalantly squinting at his fluorescent green mobile. To his left there are three more of...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 13, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Zip Up Young Man! Yo! You with the trailin’ droop-scooped drawers! Yeah, I’m talkin’ n’ talkin’ to you hardware-face. I weep (that means cry) for the kids of the world who’d trade 10 years just to have what you cannot even see. Hard though it may...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 12, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Strip The Willow I want to watch. I want to watch you dance with me, and we are the perfect couple. Synchronised. Fiddles and accordions. We know all the steps. We know them so well we can add flourishes. Constantly improvising. The surprises are...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 11, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Don’t Put A Spider In Your Mouth I have read as well as written essays as short as three paragraphs and as long as a full length book. It was my grandfather or my High-school English teacher who told me that here was no use in making a...
