by Helen Ivory | May 5, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Uncle Colin Uncle Colin died while we were having pudding. Not a squeak, just toppled forward, face first into his plum crumble and custard. “I think Uncle Colin just died,” I said. Mum and Dad looked at Uncle...
by Helen Ivory | May 4, 2014 | Prose & Poetry, Word & Image
A sleep-trapped world could twist itself to other worlds we’d never want to meet; to worlds we’d run from if we met them; worlds in which we’d look at water fretted into gooseflesh by fine rain and ask what...
by Helen Ivory | May 3, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Straight Lines And Circles & Triangles He did the usual things. He changed his diet and exercised. He listened to programmes about meditation. He tried to find positives in what had happened. He read lots of the books he’d always...
by Helen Ivory | May 1, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Familiar From dawn ’til dusk you paced the dusted Floorboards, patient until nightfall, when The spindled fingers of the forest snatched you From the cottage. Now at last You return, ears burred and muddy, red-tongued Silly boy, moony-eyed and...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 28, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Visiting The room smells of old cigarettes and stale whisky. I know he has been here, can see him sat on the bed flickering through my books, breathing in my perfumes, tasting my designer cigarettes. He would have held the silver framed photograph...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 27, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
not this year leaves move bravely dancing in the face of no wind like kids playing on the rails ain’t gonna get me not falling to the ground not this year I shall take my legs and dance on the graves of no time like a kid old man...
