by Helen Ivory | Jul 22, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Bishop Berkeley’s Theory of Abstraction Kim Brown (kim25071999@quiknet.com) Sat 5 Jan 2019 11:50 To: Alex Brown (alexkbrown1969@quiknet.com) Hi Dad, We had a lecture the other day on an eighteenth century...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 21, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
After-taste There were three cakes. We still talked then. He held out a small piece, raised it to my mouth to taste. I took it carefully between my lips and acquiesced. To avoid crumbs falling on the skirt I wore, he set a slice on a paper napkin with...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 20, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Bike Riding standing where you should be sharing a joke watching as they played I step up leaning forward to teach your boy how to cycle free unsure if he’s ready or how to explain this constant steadying the continuous little falls...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 19, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Tooth & Claw the house reeks of rotting rats which I guess is progress they had gotten bold chewing through infrastructure, infesting the cavities and like family who can outstay a pre-arranged welcome nature is enough, through the window too much,...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 18, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Safeguarding Things to look out for: If the pupil is suddenly withdrawn If she shies away from PSHE If you hear talk of ‘a special event’. If the family requests an ‘authorised absence’ For just before Or after The summer holidays. If she comes...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 17, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
How to rebuild your life For Allan Heaton You do not need screwdrivers, flat, or the type we shall call cross-head, if they need to be named. My ex was called Philip and his name does not need saying when your flat-pack furniture is Swedish. There...
