by Helen Ivory | Nov 21, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Breather On the church steps, pink horseshoes hook silver hearts, lift in the wind, petalling grass and graves. In suits and awkward hats, round the lich-gate strangers whisper. I’ll rest on this uncertain wall, wait for the chain of black cars....
by Helen Ivory | Nov 19, 2013 | Prose & Poetry, Word & Image
Chris Guidon is a confessional artist and poet from Kidderminster. Like a snake he needs sunshine to live.
by Helen Ivory | Nov 18, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
The Narrator Warns I became bored with the view of investing shapes with meaning when the suspicion arose they had none. A couple on the grass, their story interrupted by hilltops, interrupted by wasteland, then finally to here: nothing but...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 16, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
international man of mystery i always want to be the better me the guy who handles shit and get things done but here i am in a hotel room in salzburg flipping out because my bank card didn’t work it was a minor glitch the ticket officer told us...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 15, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Auspices of Transience He is a refugee from the city of hash and twigs. The suitcase he carries is half-empty. She was grown in a glasshouse fueled by brimstone and burnt words. The ancient heat warms her back from afar. He rubs coconut oil into...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 14, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
The Tale Too Light to Tell She was unlike the others. She talked and walked differently. She wanted to float and glide and fly. She put stones in her pockets to keep herself on the ground. Her mother put mud in her mouth. Her father put paste in...
