by Helen Ivory | Oct 19, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Shizm The dogged savant having satisfied his appetence for metathesis, set his mind on those endemic conflations usually subordinated. Tyrannicide or apotheosis? He couldn’t decide. The endless tautologies, and lack of training on modern...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 18, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Sarajevo to Dubrovnik Unintentionally we captured a rainbow, the sky half dark and the sun full of energy, mischievous in an affectionate way. Perhaps we had too many coffees or the narrow roads and mountain passes had raised our heartbeats but here we...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 17, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Doubt He dreams of a church under water where green light ripples along the walls, the altar speckled with fish. Behind him the cavernous dark, the crouching men, teeth bared, the spear flung, now poised in mid-air. He is the breath and he is the...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 16, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Olives The symbolism was as mashed as my nerve: the table set with a chipped and stained antipasto bowl filled with pimento olives drowning in oily marinade. It looked like you were making an effort. This time I didn’t care. The sweat leached from...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 15, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Marginalia 20/02/2014 I have started drawing birds in the margins. The space is birds, all the white is birds. “Open your eyes. The light is birds.” And words are birds “As gay as words they fly” the birds are in my brain now nesting flying...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 14, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Inspiration I stubbed that out with my last cigarette. Friends tell me it is all a passing phase; and that I must feel better. I never felt bad; a little unsociable, a huge lack of money. As each day passes flatter than an un-risen pancake; I...
