by Helen Ivory | Aug 5, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Isale-Eko Just a kid with an Unquenchable libido for Soccer, and A mother, supportive, like The spines aid the primates. The journey to Isale-Eko for a premature Soccer tourney takes a new twist, Like a laudable fictional Story. I dump my zest for...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 4, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Lowland Still I work in a chamber where silence trickles out of the raw mash of daily noise – the fumes are so volatile one spark could napalm the place. I let it roll in the belly of the glass, push my nose over the rim, inhale peat, salt,...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 3, 2013 | Prose & Poetry, Word & Image
Love is the sea I cling to you, my arms around your neck; let the water take the weight, you tell me....
by Helen Ivory | Aug 2, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Coronation Ball Suddenly, every girl is drawn by the DJ’s pied piper tunes. Since the few men present are eunuched by age they do not tease with Burlesque moves but dance a contemporary quadrille. Thirty princesses representing Sheppey and ...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 1, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Unmade Bed We were just lava hitting the sea, in the end. We moved slowly, forced to destroy our path to suit our shape. I wonder if we could have done it differently. Those great sparks and that great noise we threw off, were they worth it? ...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 30, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
O Marks The Spot I press my porcelain skin against the bath, and turn the limescale tap, lie back the tide rises and my buttocks slip, glide upon the film and slide, from smooth perfect hardness of your face. It slips, a slap, my hips sag...
