by Helen Ivory | Dec 10, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Lazy Joe Such a sullen beast, that heart, and fat and listless, gorging on blood that comes so easy to it with every lazy pump; and the lungs, more creatures with nothing better to do that devour great lumps of air. rattle the stuff around in old...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 8, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Hard to believe facts are visible things of no serious use spilling their guts to anyone who can open a book they have to tell you something unable to empathise facts do not bring the invisible into play but abandon their dignity and show...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 7, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Teeth like Freddie They were the talk of the town. If not the town, then school at least. Everyone at school knew Stephen Bentley had teeth like Freddie. The most sought-after gnashers in stardom. He even looked a bit like Freddie too, with his...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 6, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
She Craved Tinned Pineapple Chunks Not only Tesco Express, I went everywhere, all over the wet land of Mutley Plain – scouring, shuffling, peeping. I strode wide pavements, I was Chief Explorer, I was Roald Amundsen of the vital pregnant...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 5, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Totem Cedar man says come out of that old chest and start climbing again Halibut man says catch the sea and let it lift you from flatness Double-headed snake says to the doubts listen and they say listen Whale says there she blows there above the...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 4, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
In the absence of your love here comes the science and I am thinking about you touching me but I know it can never really happen for scientific reasons since your fingertips here are just these whorls of atoms iron filings in a random fling linger...
