by Helen Ivory | Jul 26, 2014 | Prose & Poetry, Word & Image
The Fernery Scales of glass, a crest of frilled iron, his baby tucked deep in shrubbery could stagger up on stiff metal limbs as pier crystal palace railway station, steam oil sweat on its green breath, mouth a cave. Pure folly, this...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 25, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
The Day I Fired Alan Sugar I said look big guy, enough’s enough. When it comes to the intricacies of macroeconomics and the bell curve, let’s face it, you’re not lord of the manor are you? Despite his rough, tough demeanor he was a pussy cat and...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 24, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Bereave a life bereft, this is a shut-in’s effigy burning on the wood pile of everything I used to be, my dancing shoes are gathering dust in a moth’s light I’m laughing in my filthy drunk alley insides Grant...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 23, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
The head of the table I During a dinner-time discussion about inter-faith ministers, I consider spilling the bottle of red wine over your shirt. ‘Imagine a mountain, with many different paths leading to the top. Some of the paths are so far...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 22, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
A Mobile for Katie When you were little, before you had a room of your own, in which to grow cynical, and smart, and sometimes biting, despite the heavy doses we applied of Beatrix Potter, and a whole menagerie of anthropomorphic animals who...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 21, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Haiku Tooth taped to a note re-negotiating the fee PS are you real? * The new knives and forks large and heavy in our hands soon we won’t notice. * Warm spot on the couch the dog’s uncharacteristic reserve will give him away. * Summer evening a...
