by Helen Ivory | Aug 21, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Howler Monkey The other two were cracked, Their braincase burst by slips of steel, So those I didn’t buy. But you, your skull Is still intact, A smooth confection, done In by a dart to your lax breast. You know, you sometimes howl, hurl...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 20, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
St Theresa at American Malls or Angels and Popsicles It’s a crescent moon there, but only for quick seconds. It gets drunk up like a quick libation by the storm clouds. See, the afternoon was overcast and now the night joins in on the trouble. It...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 19, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Norfolk Sands The sea is drawn back like a blind from a window. The sands near Wells are amber and open – half a mile or more to the water’s edge. We walk away from ourselves over sand that feels like new snow, or corrugated iron, over brittle...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 18, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
The Cynical Gondolier Back then he sewed up his world with an oar. Couples nestled on his boat, lost in each other, while he saw the bones of their lives, glimpses of threadbare wives, husbands playing knight, martyr. One eye closed. They would...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 17, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
A Few Words She removed her coat and folded it over her lap as she sat down. ‘How are you today Leo?’ He pushed against the mattress with both fists, two pillows supporting his back as he reached a more or less seated position. ‘I’m alright,’ he...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 16, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
“F” is for “finding anything that is not paper to draw on!” At first I was impressed when you could write the initial letter of your first name. I proudly watched your face concentrate the ink into a recognisable shape....
