by Helen Ivory | Jul 23, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
A River Runs Through It At the backpackers, alongside The river, they are playing American football on the Large screen inside, the sound Of the game on the speakers Outside. It is night. The main train line is 200 yards Down river on the right....
by Helen Ivory | Jul 22, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Life-Raft The water’s a cold gasp as you plunge feet first from the side of the ship. The drag of boots you’d not thought to remove never part of the drill. Your Mae West like a tart’s embrace around your neck, but she’ll keep you afloat in case...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 21, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Postcard from Barrow Five o’clock at the end of Ocean Road, a string of stones along the shore, each with a shadow longer, more misshapen than the next. You would put your hand on each one if you were here. You would put your hand on each one, run over the...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 20, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Airplane The filtered light slices her little finger, part of her face. She moves her neck and say- Do you see what I see? I see an airplane’s fin speeds through a dim and fluffy wave. Some birds chase it into haze. What do you see? One day we...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 19, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Sold You came back for your clothes and your laptop, your music – carefully pre-filed – a few of the more elegant things and of course the gadgets, leaving me to clear four storeys of what should have been a family life....
by Helen Ivory | Jul 17, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Something More As much as music it was fog, as cold descending, as candles stayed unlit, as if daylight was more than daylight. It was not ceremonial, a stillness filling a doorway. A reverie not yet begun, pedestrians stopped, mediums stumped. No...
