by Helen Ivory | Nov 21, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Two Benches Away Screaming to a halt, and I mean screaming, they fell onto the bench the wheel chair not suited to the steep slopes of Criccieth. They were still laughing when the rest of them arrived, residents and carers, out for more than a...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 20, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Putting out the prayer flags Can’t pray any more, and so I let the wind do the praying for me. I have done with asking God for favours I have not earned, promising to be good hereafter. God will listen to the wind. I don’t expect the wind to ask...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 19, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Gun Love the barrel is so smooth and it speaks to me I clean the inside with care I massage it with fine oil nothing else makes me feel this secure my gun goes everywhere with me I spend many hours each day thinking about it I know where it is at...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 18, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Dawn chorus: anxiolytic Swaddling phat breakmove sunstamp Ineluctable electrum lacklastruelack Walworth Road glistering alonzapine Panic’ed pharmacopic picnic Stopwatch timemosh pitted foe UKIP PWITS unshod bricolage shop Fuddled frenzies...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 17, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
The Night Train Conductor, send my love on the Night Train. The fast train. The sleek black bullet flying straight as a shot train. I want it sent first-class, post-haste delays notwithstanding no missed connections, signal failures no leaves on...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 16, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
the post living here is rain without sky grey shadows on grey land I make paper boats out of poems , send them down riverstreet my place to yours Reuben Woolley teaches English in Spain. He has had poems published in IS&T,...
