by Helen Ivory | Aug 18, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
The Distaff Side Looms dragging red kisses on the inside of the knees we clutched to our chests by night. As Penelope and her girls unpicked theirs we dreamt of ours, under the weft-side of the sky. The girl had weaved for just one day, before the...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 17, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Anger Something unpardonable brightens my veins, filters into my arteries like a small burrowing creature, a splattery anger, murderously hot. I scream, curse the world, blunder about in the garden, trample on all her favourite...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 16, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Metamorphoses You tell our daughter that by this time next year she will grow another foot. She looks down, says she’d rather a cat’s tail, and bull horns on me along with a full to bursting, blue-veiny udder. And she wants you with heron wings, so huge that...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 15, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Trying It On In these clothes I’m seventeen with a boyfriend and a job, and somewhere to go on Saturday night but the empty Topshop bag sags like a parachute come down to earth. I dance around my bedroom knowing I’ll not...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 14, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
3am Sestina I I walk through the night’s unquiet. A few gin-blushed drinkers bleaching under streetlamps, breathing in the overbite of a cigarette, the promises of clocks. And this is the night the clocks turn back. And they do so quietly saving...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 13, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Filming ‘Blood Shot Silk’ – Deleted Scene (28) A string-section clambers its incidents. Fustian trails at an unshut hatch. Cut to… Candle-light across a jade wall – An exponential, mischief-making Star, Crystalline lipstick, hurled-back hair....
