by Helen Ivory | Apr 3, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
On Any Given Day She’s on the only rock still standing, tide rolling in around her. She’s at the edge of the land, the very tip of what’s solid underfoot. Waves slap on either side with such ferocity but she remains so calm,...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 1, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Parking Lot There’s a beauty out here that you newcomers can too easily miss in the midst of that hustle and hurry the world supposes of you. There’s a garden here, a garden full of contemporary temporary delights, delights for the senses...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 31, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
A Good Night’s Sleep Guaranteed I was staying on the Quayside in Newcastle. I’d spent the evening in the Slug and Lettuce, nursing a few beers and looking out of the window at the Tyne and The Sage. I walked out of there and into the face of...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 30, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Five photos: child in the garden 1. Bonfire charcoal In a jam jar of Rainwater With dandelion leaves: Magic potion. 2. The hot dry smell of Garden flints clashed Together prehistorically; Soft yellow brick powder Falls from an old nail turned In...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 28, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Sails The day you tried on that tiny bikini – four blue triangles of sail – I knew summer was nearly over— you were wave tumbled, storm flung, glinting on the shore in shades, slick oil skin, whilst we, still half done, spun head over heels,...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 26, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Ken & Belinda Meditate in a Garden Two figures statue-still sit in the garden gathering the light eyes closed, hands pressed on knees whilst an unseasonal sun silvers their skin like weathered teak, waiting for moss to bloom on trainers grass...
