by Helen Ivory | Mar 30, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Maravillossa The combustion process Begins with your eyes Scorching one layer of my cells, On a wet day That keeps us into each other. My heart beats loudly thud! Or is the thug in the folds Of me that curls around The fingertips and the...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 28, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Exorcism All day, you scurry about with your little net, like a hunter of moths, things of darkness, duplicitous fire. You are diligent in your efforts. You search them down and slaughter them on the spot, steadfast and efficient. The house hums...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 27, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
wintering gathering my eight lives – the bridge, my balcony burying my eight lives – the tunnel, my stairwell guarding my eight lives – the road, my roof remembering my eight lives – the tightrope, my window Michael Loveday lives in...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 26, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
photographs from our holiday in bed this is the night we slept how mathematicians draw an ‘x’ the night we lay facedown smug as pocket aces the night we peeled apart like pitta from itself the night I was ampersand and you were treble clef the...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 25, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Burial in Rub’ al Khali Because she was a girl he sought to bury her. Under the open spaces between the hurting spaces where the moon hung fat. The cut of light between hills gleamed phosphorus over his brow where the black bird planted its...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 24, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Spider Patience On a narrow beach of flat grey stones a boy stands with his back to the long bend in the river estuary. A black rod and its forked rest, cut from a hazel outgrowth, form a right-angled triangle. The boy is watching a small white...
