by Helen Ivory | Jun 26, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Twelve views of Manchester Sunrise across New Islington, from the side of Rochdale Canal. Fallow Café at Landcross, the morning after a snowfall. A rainstorm beneath the Beetham tower. Sketch of a Mitsui shop on the walls of Affleck’s Palace, the...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 25, 2016 | 2016 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Manners Gladys Walker ascended to heaven in her eight-first year to find the place not at all to her satisfaction. Glancing critically over the field of serrated clouds upon which a manna market had been erected, she collared the next person who jostled...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 24, 2016 | 2016 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Cherry Blossoms Today dark blue is my facial colour. So can you see ashy-indigo confetti? A cherry addict admires pale pink fluttering down in lambent sunlight. But through the flyaway organza of misty breath, my skin hides another complexion that...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 23, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Red Carnations Your dad died three years ago. You were 61. Today your brother left red carnations, his favorite, by his name. Beside your dad’s place, a stranger’s sinking grave, the name angled like a board game played on a tipped table. Deer...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 22, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Shamrock I’m holding the damp spray close. The leaves are tender. They reek of innocence. Once, you bunched a sprig on my lapel – an elf-lock green as nature in perpetual Spring. I was an ungreened girl. You were my ruin. ...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 21, 2016 | 2016 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Seven Steps but the stream itself is in full spate Dennis O’Driscoll The first stepping stone is nearest the house Preparing the second, I discovered roots, and an immovable erratic The third stone rocked, rocked On the underside of the fourth, I signed...
