by Helen Ivory | Jul 29, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Telling Tales To weave an enticing tale a quest is the essential thread – a search no less – shadowed by a magical bird, or mutatis mutandis, a beast with miraculous powers of speech. The setting: a verdant scene with a...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 28, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Persephone That day was the last time I saw him alive. To be honest, I didn’t think he looked that good. His face was grey; the pockmarks seemed to be anchoring the skin in place. His eyes were like deserts. It had been a slow morning – punctuated...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 27, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
New Orleans In a room above the streets he paints. He paints a corpse on the ground and a musician on a rooftop. He dips his brush into water and sees dead bodies, floating to the surface. He remembers that someone once said: “God help us.” In his...
by Kate Birch | Jul 26, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Melting Lead I’ve heard it all my life. Pull up A chair inside yourself and listen. A gland in your neck will make your eyes pulsate, bulge with malignant staring. Pull up a chair inside yourself and listen. Listen to a tale of lead hands melting....
by Helen Ivory | Jul 25, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Unfollowing It was fine when I started; follow friends, follow family. Then folk followed me, and I’d follow them out of politeness, not knowing any better. But some of the followed became irksome, boring. Some advertised – self or products; some flooded...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 24, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
He Takes Off his Hat and Steps He takes off his hat and steps off the train, looks up at the sky, puts his watch back an hour. He reckons one day he’ll be buried at sea. His suit’s wet through, he’s been swimming again. He buys a paper, leaves the...
