by Helen Ivory | May 29, 2019 | 2019 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Hippocampus At Corryvreckan, there’s an arm that reaches from a dark sea pit towards the strait’s surface. There it catches tides and throws them back, forcing surf that swallows itself in perpetual circles, spewing waves that break where they...
by Helen Ivory | May 28, 2019 | 2019 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Cerebellum (a secular prayer to the vacuum) Teach me to draw, to poach eggs, to bring a streak-free shine to every mirror in the house. Teach me to swim, bare, beneath the rush-hour bridge, to dive down to the cloying river bed where all the...
by Helen Ivory | May 27, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
White Noise You are drunk singing downstairs and I’m reading a book by Deborah Levy in bed. I’m inspired, it makes me want to buy an electric bike and wish I had a friend who’d loan me use of her shed to write & offer me Havana rum. I can hear...
by Helen Ivory | May 26, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Destination It was hot and dusty. I’d fallen asleep on the train and only woken up just in time to get off at the small country station, where I had to change trains. My shoelaces were untied, my belt undone, and my overstuffed suitcase had sprung...
by Helen Ivory | May 25, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Bearing Gifts You visit us with gifts – whisky, a bottle of prosecco, flowers, bestowed with cheerful generosity; our horizons lengthen, you update us, upload us into modern life. You offer us a twist to our old certainties, kaleidoscopic pieces...
by Helen Ivory | May 24, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
My glass-bottomed feet are happiest in water, especially the sea, and glow a deep aquarium blue. Little fish kiss the O of their open-mouthed reflections. On cold, clear nights I sometimes lie on the lawn and point the soles of my feet to the...
