by Helen Ivory | Jul 8, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Liturgy If insects ruled the World would that be so bad? They have been persecuted enough. And now it is Judgement Day. In such a vision insects are adorned with human faces. My own reticulated image in the dung beetle. Insects & spiders &...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 7, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Spirits Spirits like stomachs need to be filled stuffed with a god’s breath a divine double cheeseburger of servitude and salvation, Or a thick crusted pizza fancy toppings of political ideology, fulsome causes, And, yes, don’t forget desert, dense,...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 5, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Lancashire Tripe My God! What on earth was I thinking of? Y’know, for a career woman, I can be so bloody stupid sometimes. It isn’t even as if we hadn’t had a dress rehearsal. When we lived in Sussex he came to stay for a week, and I spent the next...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 4, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Roman à Clef for Sylvia Sometimes in the bath, you come to mind. Feet, framing the drain, painful symmetry. I think of books and ovens and things, but more than you, I think of your mold. That girl, more an idea. I remember how sweet it was, to...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 3, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Actor’s Cut Please leave me to my drunken rants and insensitive comments, nowadays I prefer to take a different route to the shops, there are parts of the library where no book lover ever goes. Now I find myself subject to revision repackaged with...
by Kate Birch | Jul 2, 2014 | Blogs & News, Prose & Poetry
Reading through the shortlist for the UEA FLY Festival (Festival of Literature for Young people) Short Story Competition made it very clear that the next generation have not, in fact, entirely abandoned the world of books for the lure of electronic gadgets and...
