by Helen Ivory | Sep 7, 2015 | 2015 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Cassowary When I first loved you, shy flightless bird, our mouths barely touched. You left your red-blue scarf on the nape of my headboard, a slack talisman. A reason for your return. I could not bear to let you go. You kicked your...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 6, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
The Path My steps stutter in small paces, keeping balance in case I stumble and roll down and down landing with a splash under the green ironwork bridge. It’s a small stream leading to pools that feed pools draping silver shawls over the...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 5, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Misjudging Poltergeists Washing line fandango 11:54am clothes bashing, then catching, wetting flowers in aftermaths of rage let’s blame this stealth of silver-coloured wind bringer of war, life, self-merriment invisible in its lone...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 4, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Ballad for Botox Seventeen is a dream; fat with attitude and a bit of cunning, he wears it in age clients knows him as: twenty-one. Usually, they’re over fifty-five, divorced, widowed, all married to loneliness and means. Ms....
by Helen Ivory | Sep 3, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Clown and gold She ate lemons to prove a point. The blast of pennies dragged her forward. To keep fish in the sink without a heart. The weight of light outshined itself. Forward to the creases under the eyes: sardine, trout, clown and gold. ...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 2, 2015 | 2015 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Double Take It was my birthday. In time-honoured wont I took the bus to the Rubicon for tea and cake with Uncle Pete, Master of Treats and Ceremonies. The Tea Room chinked and tinkled, snug with radio hum and finger crooked genteel...
