by Helen Ivory | Oct 31, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Hellbeareen Murder Bear liked to disguise himself as the ghost of a small boy when it was time to walk among the spirits and enquire which did homeowners prefer,...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 30, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Zippo The jaw cracks wide like a sun-drunk lily, a gasp of steel in my talon hand as it reveals a puckered gullet. I thumb the flint trachea till it coughs up blue flame orange with soot. A smoulder of Golden Virginia taints the butane air as I...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 29, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
The Boy I think maybe I do want romance – seeing it in the boy’s hair espresso dark, dirty, pulled back from his brow, the luck of his youth in the sweeping stroke he takes of the soft flop that falls over the front of his face sometimes. He doesn’t know...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 27, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Hansel When I wake I look like the wild child of Borneo, freestyle and newly created each day. Roll me in your arms when I wake you, a plasticine boy; a malleable, morphing creature, learning by osmosis. My fingers are curled round scissors loops,...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 26, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Widower dutifully he follows the dog as it shuffles and shits its way down the street in turn he picks up every piece medicine makes the dog shit profusely medicine keeps it alive he never wanted a dog if you could call it a dog his wife did...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 25, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Amway I hadn’t seen the girl in years she had lost a lot of weight since then, and her virginity as well told me she lost it to a man she met in Mexico her virginity, I mean the weight she lost on her own when she gave up meat and took up...
