by Helen Ivory | Mar 17, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Widow Thunder stumbles, rain blind as sleet litters the wind, and behind the door the dark where silence ticks and her face grief frail watching the sky’s tree of stars, listening to the street’s cobbled skulls washed bright with laughter. And...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 15, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Bad Dreams I have found To be a mother is to fear all horrors. Served nightly on the television screen, the bruises, broken heads, and broken lives, stretched out to entertain, scene after scene; they peel their characters’ souls, peel back their...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 12, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Song of a Tone-deaf: for Allen and George Yuan There is often such a time when you, a no-songster Would want to sing aloud to yourself, a song That everyone else might also love to sing; the song Whose lines you never remember, nor can you Control your...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 11, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Labels We met outside Selfridges. I was in high spirits. God Squad Steve had bestowed upon me three Prét A Manger sandwiches, and I’d just bagged myself a premium spot to bed down. The Great British public never bother a man sleeping rough outside a...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 10, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Prayer to St. Emily I feel like a girl When I’m cutting my nails with kitchen scissors. When I take off my high heels And the pain of it brings me to tears. I have mastered the art Of sleeping through sirens And waking up drunk. I have mastered...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 9, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Dunton Bassett We gathered marigolds for homemade wine, collected fresh laid eggs. I fell, you called me Cow-muck Sue. You in a tweed skirt and pink twinset, proud in your narrow larder of cooked hams. We ate Yorkshire pudding with raspberry...
