by Helen Ivory | Jul 31, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Out of my Mind Last year I slipped into his, its sour wine smell mouldy heel of bread in the fridge, scratches on the walls, razors at the door. Now I am homeless mine has been condemned. Yours seems a better option, the colour scheme, comfy chairs...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 30, 2016 | Prose & Poetry, Reviews
Bernard Kops, Poetry & Peril: PEACE WILL COME, ANNE FRANK INSISTS, YOU WILL SEE Bernard Kops, the doyen of Anglo-Jewish letters,...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 29, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Displacement I swaddled the bulbs in newspaper And placed them on the shelf to keep them cool Over the winter, out of the frost That this morning spit shined the roof of the shed. Wrapped safely in the blackbird dark They wait for some switch in...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 27, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
from WHITE NOISE 3 REVISED ADDENDUM Non-specific wording to agree Please read and accept as much as possible You should not acknowledge contaminated dredge material transloading specifications Are not authorized to go outside the boundary Do not...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 26, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
The Crow When I feel that I’m the Crow living outside that circle gliding far from the heads in chatter that only resemble the pattern of Mandir Temple in whitened marble; An outsider The night that stalks its seekers a dark star- an angel from another world....
by Helen Ivory | Jul 25, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
From Pewsey to Didcot by Mouse-Hearse Get yourself a free-rolling hearse; a Daimler or a big Ford. You won’t require speed, a good walking pace will do. You’ll need a bedroll and a sleeping bag for night, something to insulate against the metal of...
