by Helen Ivory | Nov 4, 2015 | 2015 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
bringing it home outside the pub the trees shone gold then ruby as the sun tried to leave. I held it up for long moments, clutching at its rays and its power to melt cars, helping them morph into the shapes of distant hills, or clouds looking out at the...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 3, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Nocab My mum wouldn’t eat bacon. God had said you weren’t supposed to and so my dad wrote it backwards on the shopping list. That way the Jewish neighbours wouldn’t know we bought the things they bought backwards too. I liked it crisp, reddened,...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 2, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Rosebush If we could, for a moment, Forget all the sounds and colors, All thoughts and desires And experience then the touch of fingers. Softness would begin the senses. Remember what it felt like, True loves first kiss, or handhold? Much like...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 1, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Calm the top right of the moon is missing no light exists between here and there not in the long divide the absence the gaps between stars the billion mile emptiness between match-head flickers and inside me I feel space between atoms the...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 31, 2015 | 2015 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
A Lucky Charm I was a nurse for nearly fifteen years – worked in A&E for three – and I’ve seen some things – nasty accidents, dying people, and such like – but this really shook me up. It was a horrible thing to witness, certainly, what I saw...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 30, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Caught Call me Ishmael, he said. The name had never mattered. It was the immediacy of it all, creeping through the mouseness of night. Hours to go till light would strain the seams of other people’s sleep. The heels were high, and clacked like...
