by Helen Ivory | May 18, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Sid, hyenas and me 12 noon, we cross another culvert, silently. Sid is brooding. On my left, out the window the Canary hill flash past. I look at the speedo, we’re hovering around 100 kmph. We’re going straight- to Bagoder. Then...
by Helen Ivory | May 17, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Chester’s Ship Gate This hole in the City Wall was not cast aside but borne, piece by piece, to the Park, a stone’s throw away, and re-assembled as breath held across a path. Its grainy sandstone frame, braced against weight of sky, rainbows an open...
by Helen Ivory | May 16, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Super Mario And so it began For me back in seventy eight On a thick set T.V. Way out past bedtime. The commentator’s sotto voice The colours, so vivid Splashed on green, orange And stripes Adorned in blue and white And a long haired, long sleeved...
by Helen Ivory | May 15, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
The Unforgotten Twin By the window, a wheelchair turns its back on the beds to give a birthday moment of normality. How old are you, Olive? says Nurse. I’m sixty eight the wheelchair says. Oh bless her, she means eighty six. And how many children, Olive?...
by Helen Ivory | May 14, 2015 | 2015 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Pick of the Month May 2015 Another Canaan There was a wasteland and cold tire tracks in the skin of the sand. I forgot I couldn’t breathe. In the distance was something I could crawl to; flat lands – these were like the lands of my childhood, a...
by Helen Ivory | May 13, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
They Don’t Last Long Here They don’t last long here Walking on wet leaves The impatient traffic Pinning them back Then pushing them rudely Into untrimmed hedges Their faces are crimson Weather or whisky beaten It’s impossible to...
