by Helen Ivory | Mar 8, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Remembrance of an Open Wound Whenever we make love, you say it’s like fucking a crash – I bring the bus with me into the bedroom. There’s a lull, like before the fire brigade arrives, flames licking the soles of our feet. Neither of us...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 7, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
7 years good luck. I woke up this morning in an electric teapot all I’ve been dreaming about is missing teeth the gaps feel as lonely as this halfway house that wants a soft water bottle to knock on the door and cuddle till all the lamps go off...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 6, 2015 | Prose & Poetry, Word & Image
A Concrete Cinematography Primer Rob Stuart is a media studies lecturer, filmmaker and light verse enthusiast living in Surrey. In addition to Ink, Sweat and Tears he has contributed poems to Light (USA), Lighten Up Online, Magma, New Statesman, The Oldie, The...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 5, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Sakura The pond darkens to its evening pattern of gold koi and lilies on black silk but no gowned geisha here just me among the raked white metaphors watching blushed petals fall Stephen Bone’s work has appeared in magazines in...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 4, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Cathedral Melancholy Every morning in the cathedral the man who might be a monk plays the organ, sound streaming through stained glass on dark angel wings. The music is like the earth—ancient, scattered, metal sharp. He must drink wine from old...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 3, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Primavera There is perfume on the table Federica, Flowers, pressed and in the letter There is an offer of marriage – the letter is red. There is only the fountain, Federica, Only water, gushing out hymns; it remits The babies I hold in my mittens,...
