by Helen Ivory | May 22, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Alone At Last When you die you discover that actually, surprisingly, there was only ever you. You were your own mother, your own father, your own siblings and your own best friend. You were the person off the telly and the king of Indonesia. Everyone you knew,...
by Helen Ivory | May 20, 2013 | Prose & Poetry, Word & Image
Veronica Von Pegg is a mixed media artist, a photographer and writer, who expresses a past life through images and words. She collects second hand items, and is a firm believer in...
by Helen Ivory | May 19, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Small Talk Doorbell; the first guests, an hour early for dinner. You’re not ready. Hair still damp from the shower, table devoid of plates and cutlery, oven pre-heating, wine uncorked. You get into character, fix an easy grin on your face, open...
by Helen Ivory | May 18, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
String I went around the neighbourhood collecting bits of string. I tied them together until I had a long enough piece then attached a tin can to either end. I gave one to my brother, who was going to India for a year. When he arrived the string...
by Helen Ivory | May 17, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Infestation my house is full of purple buzzing bumblebees and tigers laying on the ceiling friends they ask me how I’m dealing with this stressful situation what’s with their morbid fascination? these purple buzzing bumblebees and tigers...
by Helen Ivory | May 16, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Perspective O mother moon vicious eyelash in velvet unblinking judgemental bitch. I can stare at you ‘til morning makes you crayon I can hide you in a forest by moving an inch Don’t think I have no purpose or beauty You make monochrome I am...
