by Helen Ivory | Oct 4, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
The Love Troll It knew of the unknowable distance that grew between us, but God knows how it got there – one day it wandered in, pinned its tenancy to the inside of my chest and sat there, observing, oblivious to nothing. It was a keen...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 3, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
End of an Afternoon Slow drift? Or a snow drift? We were watching a skein of geese crossing the salt marsh, in-bound from The Netherlands, perhaps, or Lincolnshire. Their strong wings kept them just a little beneath the wind and enough above the reeds to...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 2, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
The Bird Man He talked to himself – softly but openly, and with crooked finger he pointed skywards, imitating a flying bird, moving his hands like wings. I was glad to watch him because I wanted him to be right – and he was, there was...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 30, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Write-off Mice ate Steve’s words. Shredding his manuscript into lettered litter they nested in hard-won phrases, and copulated in the ruins. Lauren, sick of rustling and scampering, and cruel with sleep-deprivation, set traps...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 29, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
O’Clock At the edge of the sky, a dirty pink scratches at the permagreen – it isn’t dawn, it isn’t sundown, it’s late in the daylight, later in the season of blame. If life were a featureless plain, the courier would come galloping with news from...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 28, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Ubiquitous Unravelling I Reader, I can’t pretend to know you, but listen intently enough, as though I do in the concrete jungle they call Piccadilly Gardens: a glass of wine later and a pint of Hobgoblin as the conversation...
