by Helen Ivory | Feb 4, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Mapping Dictyna arundinacea your web in the tips of gorse maps the structure of memory anchored firmly by first actions then massed with time to complex connectivity now...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 3, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Will the last person to leave… please leave empty cans piled into pyramids in each corner. Some of these may fall like civilisations, others may not. Food waste and packaging will be neatly bagged. These bags will fill each cupboard to indigestion...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 2, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
She in My Head As good as any I’ve ever been A no stop winder of the thread, wender of the maze. a May zing. One who doubles , singles turns downsides up insides Out. The everybody look-no-hands-no-holds-barred girl The no handlebars handle...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 1, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Found KG shoe, upside down, five inch heel in the air, open toe, slingback, a strappy thing, black, buckled three times on one side, turquoise sole, almost clean, just some pressure on the ball, Kurt Geiger, size thirty eight, made in Brazil. I saw...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 31, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Flare I turn my head to see you in the wing mirror as usual. My hand falls from the gear stick, outrider for the electric whirr echo; whiteout. Landmarks slip, drumsticks thrash over the earth’s core, through my skull. My words flounder. This skin is new...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 30, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Some nights Some nights I stand in my garden looking at my tree, and Himself on it smiling at me. Sometimes I think I can take Him off His cross and pitch Him into heaven, then pull my legs in, straight, like a dancer counting sevens, arms thrown to the...
