by Helen Ivory | Mar 10, 2016 | 2016 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Two Mountains What is destined will reach you, even if it be beneath two mountains.
What is not destined will not reach you, even if it be between your two lips. Imam Ghazali I have moved two mountains. There is rubble everywhere, pissed off...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 9, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
How Was Your Day at the Office? Well, here’s what happened: I was picking the brittle brown oak leaves from between the garden rocks, clearing the last of winter, when I tilted a piece of granite and there it was, hanging from my pinkie finger by two needle...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 8, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Thames freeze My lady is taking me to see an elephant traverse the icy Thames. I’m a-feared lest we fall in like them two ladies last winter, or worse, like that poor man drowned––frozen afore he hit the water. I’ll lace her ladyship’s boots tight, wind her up...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 7, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Murmuration When the birds came, the pavement was dark with the smell of rain; there was a quietness to it, to the city laid out waiting like an awkward lover. By the railway I watched alone as they were called to drift across the tracks like...
by Kate Birch | Mar 6, 2016 | 2016 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Ghazal: Trace Nothing’s better than our laughter, on earth, daughter, Mum, me, in stitches, dafter, on earth. Make every second count, the years stride on as time’s a serial grafter, on earth. Night falls quickly, with the fluttering bats and...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 5, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
clayground copse every evening you wage your campaign against the molehills cleaving each disfiguring mound with a smooth sweep of your spade as jackdaws carouse in the dusk their ash tree roost black against the stillbright sky the cracked-hubcap...
