by Helen Ivory | Sep 4, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Social Control He’d lay about all day if given the chance. On his back, legs kicking the air on occasion. I raise his lead. He lifts his head and cocks it. Doesn’t seem to mind me attaching the rope to his neck and yanking to show I’m in charge. I...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 3, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
How to bake Sooterkins Prickle this demon borrowed skin until it peels away no warning the sharp taste of a pill can last for life how the shapeshiftcrawl of knife can leave you a foetus of bone somersaulting under the chum of your body no...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 2, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
My Request for a Kiss After Dark Yields No Affair so I Leave a Parting Gift in Heavy Rain Standing in front of your door, its weight so blatant, its iron knocker a dare, I purse my lips, sobering up. It’s late and it’s wet; the sleepless...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 1, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Raking, in a Pyrenean Garden There is a quiet gap in the constant sheets of rain. Let’s go out, first you, then I, into the small, soaking green and brown back— the rising smell of roast meat and wood smoke hypnotises our limbs, siskins...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 31, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Train You’d have thought that my journeying from Telford to London would be enough time to read these poems to darn a jumper to stare out the window; but between the announcements the ticket inspection the...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 29, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
My Cat is Sad because the late September sun she tracks across the duvet’s hollow fibre tundra marks a downturn into winter weight. because the moon lies drowning in her water bowl; stars she can’t unpin refuse to sparkle on her bigger coat....
