by Helen Ivory | Dec 16, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Holland Street West We are two, but we lie folded together, a map no longer needed. Outside it rains: the cars make waves but we notice only to notice how outside is a far-away place. We fit contour to contour, frame to frame; we are a land to ourselves,...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 15, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Invocation whatever it was – the slow shutting off of your lighted capillaries, or the currents one by one unplugged between us, whatever stories we route to this aftermath – I couldn’t disable a sense of you alive in the mortuary, of you...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 14, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Morning Glory I thought of you this morning, as the sky turned pink and the light blossomed. As the world bloomed, breathed, and began again. Where is she? I wondered. What is she doing? Right now, at this moment? As I watch the blue shadows fade,...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 13, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Meeting And then, I met myself Actually no.. Not yet. I’d like to meet her one day In a more open way; I saw the sea I met the one who rescued her I touched the palm She ate a date Memory flew… touched by sunray Tickling the soul She is...
by Kate Birch | Dec 12, 2013 | Blogs & News, Prose & Poetry
To mark today’s official launch at The Book Hive in Norwich of IS&T Press’ first publication TWELVE Slanted Poems for Christmas we are posting first lines/excerpts from each of the fine poems featured in it. Factory Spirit by Bobby Parker ...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 11, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Epiphany What with tenement living and one thing having lead to another I began to wonder What kind of noise would a shopping trolley make pushed down our stairwell? Kwik Save produced a peach. I wheel it round past the offy past La Cala and quietly up...
