by Helen Ivory | May 4, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
A picture of the Carrer Pescadors A photo of my old street, in the rain; Sandstone grim, the summer’s sudden Treachery marked upon it As knuckles dent a cheek. I can feel the weight of that sky Wet treasure, and the trees, pushed by The downpour...
by Helen Ivory | May 3, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Thoughts I was watching Bruce Lee Blindfolded He was twirling His nunchucks With such blinding speed That it was a whirl Like formless vapor A man was standing Exactly three feet away In his trembling mouth Was a cigarette Bruce did a back flip...
by Helen Ivory | May 2, 2016 | 2016 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Bird Lamp in paperfields and in the sky, a compression of long halls. Do you know how sudden you are how sad? Sadness being air or soft fly of a thing over dark houses. The sad dying voice of the bird is my dying voice We are the poem – Look our heads,...
by Helen Ivory | May 1, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
I Say This For All The Guys I say this for all the guys Who lost a love and got surprised This happens to most everyone And I can tell you boys, she is dumb G. David Schwartz – the former president of Seedhouse,...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 29, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Dust Kitchen grease grimed you into blinds, their venetian slats. With bowls of steaming hot water, dirt-cut of citrus fresh, I wipe you off wood, window panes, all the frames. I vacuum sofas dusted with your skin, run my finger across the table...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 28, 2016 | 2016 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Marc Woodward is a musician and poet based in the West Country. His work, which often draws on music and rural life and is frequently underpinned by dark humour has been published in various magazines and anthologies. Maquette Press published his chapbook...
