by Helen Ivory | Jul 2, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
A Few Words about Nothing in Particular Yesterday – first of July – Diana Spencer Would have turned 52, for some This is hard to remember now, But she died in a car crash nearly Sixteen years ago, and her sons, Brother, philandering...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 1, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Printed in 1994 I was drinking beer and reading a poetry book printed by black sparrow press in 1994 the year K.C blew his head off with a shotgun when I reached the glass my left hand hit it and beer spilled on the pages like a rising tide the...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 30, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Brown Velvet Suit Ever hopeful, I bought a new frock – navy-blue, elegant, chic, and sensed a frisson of excitement as we dressed, but the vision before me was a shock… I never imagined a brown velvet suit. He looked like a sleazy actor from a low...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 28, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Tŷ unnos (One Night House) Sunrise, the things I offer you: a house coughed up overnight by the earth in its own image, gorse, sods, turf, an eyeful of window facing sunwards, an open door, a dirt floor to be polished by...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 27, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Being Selective Eva’s milky, satin skin glowed translucently. “We went out for four years,” she said. “At first, he was funny. But he hates work. He just watches TV. His parents just pay for him. I need someone ambitious.”...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 26, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Flowers for the Meeting The chairwoman, glamorous in purple with military buttons, has wings of buttermilk dahlias. On the mantle shelf, a hat of baby pink roses, three feet wide, waits for her perfect vase of brown hair. Her spectacles on...
