by Helen Ivory | Aug 4, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
The trouble with pairs I want to be inside of you No, not like that I want to unzip you And climb inside Big toe first, then a dipping of my head Until I’m fully upright and enclosed in your dark Your sinews and synapses making room for all of me...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 3, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Prognostication Today I took a long bicycle ride On the back country roads and noted the Great majority of meandering, Migrating wooly caterpillars Resembled miniature Marilyn Monroes made, by forces of nature Beyond their ken, bright blonde and...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 2, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
the lost rivers of Wirral on the old map thin spidery lines mark rivers brooks streams some still flow hidden as they dip into culverts some have been built over one is a muddy ditch that sucks at boots their names unspoken or on...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 2, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Howl When I was on my own, in exile in the wilderness, I never had thought that fear would become such a good friend to me one day. They used to chase me away. Now I am a respected and feared “member”. They used to say I had outlandish ideas....
by Kate Birch | Aug 1, 2016 | Interviews, Prose & Poetry
Iona i The losing of faith isn’t easy. So many years and words – times you’ve sat, half-drunk on divinity or cider, arguing the case, cases, offered prayer, wisdom, verses – it gathers in crooks, fills in where bits of you are absent. After service when all...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 1, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Out of Time let’s say the spider measuring time is dead– in summer, hummingbirds dance around your face let’s say mannequins shin up the backs of ghosts in a fire– you fall flat on your ass while listening to music let’s say I won the...
