by Helen Ivory | Apr 27, 2016 | 2016 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Mental Health Animals Between us your depression and my anxiety; such slippery things to articulate – yet I try. You, a creature sat curled into himself, naked, muscled, not a weak man but a hare-man. Arms folded, long ears and face drooped: blocking out...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 26, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
The Price of Things I was stupid, not paying attention and now the house prices are rising and I’m exposed. I live in a place where tides meet. A nexus of doffed hats and carriages and lies stuffed with additives and the truth is: they’ll...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 25, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Dance Here i see your body dancing, talia. like your heart & its beat, it’s dancing to the chimes of my gestures. talia, there is no mountain of loathe that can trammel the nexus of this bond, neither is there any river of prejudice...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 24, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Johnsons there was supposed to be a mule to preside in the forward stall beams hung with brass and leather, dusty ribbons that silence in which animals move, that power and I am a child the cows stay as they are useful the horse leaves his great...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 23, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Papillon Peppered with the tarmac grit The stubby childish fingers made A prison for white wings, The futile green-veined flicker Plucked from estate dandelions Not Papillon, but pieris napi Helpless in the coarse pink clasp Of the wrong hands. I remember clear...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 22, 2016 | 2016 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
But During the Medicine Round A tablet missed the medicine pot and skittered across the clinic room floor. I picked it up, rolled it between my fingers. It was not a gelatine pod or a chalky pill. Thin, leathery roots hung from its bottom. Two...
