by Helen Ivory | Dec 10, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Cruising Country The heat wave settles on the dashboard. We’re cruising it below the eighties. Beside us are fields of green, vast as boredom uninterrupted. Music from the radio takes the AC to another level of cool. It’s like 7pm dinner without frills; the...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 9, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Creation “Everybody knows it must be a trick but centuries of sawing bodies in half have revealed little in the way of details.” So much misdirection I missed the switch between Uncle Hector pulling coins from unwashed ears to this, the man who shares...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 8, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Traversing the Threshold after Liminal by Helen Ivory When you forget to sleep seek the cracks of your home, how they expand and contract, how your tread loosens the fabric. Beware of wolf voices disguised as cats calling to the moon, and learn their...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 7, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
At Night Afterwards, we went to a Dance. All leg kicks and colour we joined in making shapes so fresh they were as yet unnamed. We patted hands, moving in straight lines of black, with waves of orange and multi-greens either side We created that...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 5, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
A Child’s Tale This is your father, my mum whispers. Her hands telling me to call him ‘dad’. Tonight I find the dad sprawled across mum’s bed. Like a hairy spider, like a beetle on its back, like a black octopus. There is...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 4, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
You Turn Into Birds A flock taking fright as I clump into the field You dot the October sky like painting a myth by numbers. I try to call you down with a handful of rough seeds But already you’re a vee of geese migrating and I can do nothing but...
