by Helen Ivory | May 12, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
How it Is Well I whistled as the wolf went down down in the water, and also I laughed. Right out loud. Like I used to laugh, when I played games with my dad in the forest. I haven’t laughed like that for a long time. He would carry me on...
by Helen Ivory | May 11, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
/ UNLOCKING at night he disassembles himself unlocking the joints from their wet sockets he places them in ivory boxes and in the morning, somehow I saw him eating breakfast turning the pages of a magazine his fingertips the same as...
by Helen Ivory | May 10, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Storm Warning Uncanny light. Clouds taut as spoons. From my high window, the world is tuned to a canine pitch. A tree lurches in the wind, scribbling the wall with a scaffolding of shadows. A threnody of grief in those italic branches. Below the...
by Helen Ivory | May 8, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Tartan She rubs the end of the cigarette around in the ashtray. She is alone at the bar, perched on a stool. Getting drunk won’t help. It will just complicate matters further. She will make sure she leaves before the office workers come in. They...
by Helen Ivory | May 7, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Glass Houses The gardener’s breath comes quick, her movements slow with fingers dry as moths she trims dead leaves and gathers blackened seeds then tests her grit, one finger in each pot Last, lifting up a bottle, turns the tap a hollow drumbeat thump of...
by Helen Ivory | May 6, 2014 | Prose & Poetry, Word & Image
Three Book Cut Up (2) Daniel Lehan: Former paperboy, choirboy, shop assistant, ice cream seller, chip shop manager, petrol pump attendant, pub caterer, post office worker, theatre usher, cleaner, leaflet distributor, front of house manager, t-shirt designer,...
