by Helen Ivory | May 16, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Sunflowers Bleary, lethargic, bumping along in this coach at eight whatever in the morning I see in a field there are plants, what are they, sunflowers, oh, haven’t seen them for a while. You don’t somehow expect to see something so perfect and...
by Helen Ivory | May 15, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Blues III Whatever Walk you made up With your false face Filled with words Suspended within mouth and lie, This is how full My heart is: Old packed cars In the frost of January. Useless and abandoned, Waiting for the machine Who will squeeze their...
by Helen Ivory | May 14, 2016 | 2016 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Cardigan Bay As a boy I wondered about the jigsaw strewn across the sand. The parts are taken by the waves, dad said. Salted and cleaned. I pictured the crab – pink, hard and quick to anger, attacking with a snapping claw. This flat, wet beach was...
by Helen Ivory | May 13, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
* Where are we headed: Moving fast but thinking slow, Blinking in the light * Afternoons with you: clean breezes about each ear and soft, yellow suns. * I knew each night would end but soft, I prayed for rain. * Zoe Austin is a 34-year-old music teacher...
by Helen Ivory | May 12, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
From Melancholy Occurrences 4th May 1804 Westover house near Bath damaged by lightning an explosion louder than any cannon The wainscot was burned the bells were melted the door-post split to pieces In one chamber all but three window panes...
by Helen Ivory | May 11, 2016 | 2016 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
In case of fire exit building before tweeting about it. Do not stay statue-still with conducting hands those fidget thumbs whilst up the stairs the accounts team are inhaling smoke for the first (and last) time. Please scroll down the stairwell...
