by Helen Ivory | Jun 19, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
A meeting of minds You said you preferred Orwell’s essays. The way they lulled you into a sense of the plain, transcending any given ideology often whilst condemning or praising it. I said – I preferred his moustache. You said your first...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 18, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Since we’ve met I think since we met I may have encouraged a small amount of nothingness It’s not your fault, it went through you like invisible. You could be a mixture of girls I’ve only known through friends or the telly and even though you live...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 17, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
# Sizzle Reel CV I am a woman possessed of the key skills to incentivise staff, validate client-facing compliance, inject vitality into volunteer experience, strategically assess critical outcomes with process excellence and granular costing...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 16, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Denizens Mice live in the London Tube. A train leaves and small pieces of sooty black detach themselves from the sooty black walls and forage for crumbs in the rubbish under the rails that are death to man. You can’t see their feet move. They scurry like...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 14, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Hymn to the Ones kept Secret Oh legion to whose births I was not invited I will sit me down and wait with patience by the outflow of the sewage pipes. I will sit me down and wait where baffles and grids catch collectibles. The little bloated ones...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 13, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
By the rivers of Babylon he sat and wept By the rivers of Babylon he sat and wept, He packed his bags, combed his hair, shined his shoes, He shielded his eyes from the blinding of the coming light, Said his goodbyes, scratched ‘Tom, Dick...
