by Helen Ivory | Mar 25, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
A Jane Austen House Light cradles the water, water cradles the light. Cream bricks, so pure as to be disconcerting; a manicured house – perfect life in a mirage. Inside the house is the suitcase: ribbed, tiger-striped. Move your hands along its...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 24, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
The Brain It’s single hub split like a coffee bean two fists of squid fabric, a canopy of cauliflower branches a dense cap of squirming coral. It’s aroma glows sulphur like a box of matches doused in sunlight. Lick it’s gunk and your tongue will...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 23, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
What A Soul Is … One night I killed a dove the cat had maimed, pressed its pitted breath from peach-soft feathers until my hands wouldn’t unclench for days, then buried it in a tea towel beneath the hedge where tongues of poisoner’s rose would...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 22, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Trick or treat Throw the dice as to Whether it’s wet leaves or dog shit It all looks in the same under The orange lights You see the squared hedge first The smooth slate path and Treated black metal spikes on the front railing Doing a good job of keeping...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 21, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
How It Works What I throw out into the world I gather first as checkerboards of sunlight scribbled on my arms. I gather them as nourishment like a man drinking from a well he’s crawled miles to reach. What I throw out into the world has pooled and...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 20, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Fear Julian knows the secret to fear. It’s legs. He’s secretly smug about figuring this out even though he’s only seven. ‘More people are scared of dogs than other people. More people are scared of bees and wasps than dogs and people are even more...
