by Helen Ivory | Jan 10, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
A Light Bulb Bursts Electricity rains like broken glass, holding ideas too expansive to ignite. Air absorbs the shattered, breathes like gasoline. Somewhere in shadow, a switch is primed for contact with a print that desires to burn the world....
by Helen Ivory | Jan 9, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Pilgrimage We sat on Porlock hill in the brunt face of the Atlantic, the cairn scattered with your ashes a year ago and a week, approached with wide eyes and open shoulders; reached the peak in warmth – a swimmer warms herself in channel. When we...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 8, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Madeline Madeline, She was born In summertime, with Rainbow smoke pouring out from her mouth Like journeys in the sky. Doves danced in her hair. Who would know What was to happen next? She lived in a chapel Of glass walls. And God was like A...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 7, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Mirror Images For the seventh time that day, a metro train left a station just as Ian stepped onto a platform; he hissed: “Jeesuzzzz! Again!” The next wasn’t coming for ten minutes. “Ten bloody minutes. Jeesuzzzz!” Waiting produces...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 24, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Grey Ocean This is the first lie The second follows A little girl lifts the moon out of her silk purse Light jumps down on fields of wild strawberries Dancing once more to the ringing wind and rain On the lips of light lies her lemon yellow seed I see it scull...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 23, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Trainscapes (Ely to Cambridge) Last time it was the willows – blur where water is, settlings-in along the edges of the fields. Root-soak mappings, downwards deltas. This month, it’s the drained fens: soft green next to burnt black, silver ditches that...
