by Helen Ivory | May 15, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Bear hunt The mistake was leaving the window open an exit to fly to the forest at the moon’s invitation and track the smell on the sweat from the firs. Is she hiding tonight? Or following in circles there’s a meaty breath at my neck, I run until...
by Helen Ivory | May 14, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Alchemy of sleep When night turns to ice, and where walls turn to rain turn to sea, after half light turns to day dark, and where beds turn to urns and time turns to you, and sky turns to dust. Where door opens to field, and wild fear turns to...
by Helen Ivory | May 13, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Composition 10/ Pier and Ocean – Piet Mondrian a peeled eye prickling turned to the outside I am already here underknowledge poking through I itch with the shame of it follicles exposed how dare you (paint this)? clustered struts stand close and...
by Helen Ivory | May 12, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Louche Old Man in Tartan Trousers Swaggering up Upper St Denim jacket Wild grey hair 70 if a day Heading to the Hope and Anchor? Dragging on a Soubrani What have you lived through? Slick liner eyes Satin snake drooped round your neck Slithering on...
by Helen Ivory | May 11, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Invigilation In fifty years there’ll only be the sanitised versions, adaptations printed in school text-books, papers analysed to death by academics; another chapter of our dubious past to be studied, scrutinised, peer-reviewed, no emotion, no...
by Helen Ivory | May 10, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
White-Knuckles In the force of the fall, it’s OK to call your screams outbursts of joy as long as they don’t shrill. You can fool everyone, if you keep your body still and maintain a grip on the restraining bar. You can hang on to your courage sat next...
