by Helen Ivory | Jun 25, 2013 | Prose & Poetry, Word & Image
Simpson dingo girl safe inside your canvas dreaming of the red track westward across the dunes the lean shape-shifter with toes of a dancer foxtrots the fringe camp...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 24, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Dr Glovers’ Sabbatical Taking time for himself. No evidence of habitation, the rented cottage garden is high with feverfew. In the afternoons he visits the long Norfolk beaches throws pebbles back for those he could not mend. Here there are...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 23, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Accepting She found it difficult to like the child standing silently in front of her; it exuded cunning beyond its years, having lived, perhaps, on the streets too long, or possibly it was born malevolent, with a soul shriveled like the arm that...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 22, 2013 | Blogs & News, Prose & Poetry
Smells as Sweet He said it with flowers: one dozen red roses to smother love and patch a broken heart. It wasn’t enough. A thousand roses wouldn’t have been...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 21, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Ghost I read there is a name for it, this absence, this expanse, this frozen place. There is a name for it – they call it ambiguous loss. Words that carry the weight of years of observation, trials and texts, a term for missing the one you love,...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 20, 2013 | Prose & Poetry, Word & Image
Love is a common word. Don’t let your jaded mind forget its purest derivations. 1. A topiary forest, home of a hungry paradise, a rotund heaven. 2. The round rind bed on which a baby roundling sleeps blanketed in ove leaves. 3. Without umbrella...
