by Helen Ivory | Dec 11, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
New Product Opportunity Some of you may have already heard the latest development – you’re intrigued, concerned, excited, perhaps ready to puke, and believe me that could be something, because the news is, the new thing is, men can get pregnant....
by Helen Ivory | Dec 10, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Things that Comfort Me Now Pink primroses clustered in a rockery garden Magnolia thick with milky-white buds ready to burst the playground on the Rec where my children told secrets and couldn’t wait to grow up track by Peter’s house smell of...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 9, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Twenty-five years For Tebo I waken too early, on woodsman’s toes explore a home that’s still, until our neighbour turns the news up loud, and you begin to snore to match the rhythm of the morning trains. Again I discover as though...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 8, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
The moment when you catch the blackbird’s eye I know the moment when you catch the blackbird’s eye, between the bus stop six yards ahead and the arrival of all those thoughts. Run to catch them and keep running. slug pencils translucent grey in...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 7, 2015 | 2015 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
My father’s watch My father kept his pocket watch trapped in a round, carefully imagined tin; unscrewing the lid constantly to be amazed by the way time would crawl into the dark corners and disappear. Andrew Turner has just begun to try to write poetry...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 6, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Dried Tough shoulders. There was flaked skin at the back of his neck, leading down beneath the red shirt. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing tiny hairs of red tinged with grey. I made a motion to move near the chickens, and saw beads of sweat fall...
