by Helen Ivory | Apr 23, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
The unusual hobbies of Tom’s mother She likes to buy cars And leave them in inconvenient places. An expensive hobby, But she likes to watch them from afar And wait for a slender constable To post a POLICE AWARE Note under the...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 20, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Voice-Over We were taken onto the terrace that day. We often were if the weather held. You can see us all breathing deeply; as if the Margate air could rinse us clean. I’m third on the right. A nurse flickering around my iron framed bed. My...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 20, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Sunday Morning 3am You haven’t lived until . you’ve pulled a drunken woman from a car, half-lifted her up a long thin staircase like a sack of coals, dumped the gibberish of her body on a couch, sat back and watched head and body go at each other like...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 19, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
shelter – we play to pass the time well we choose a spot that is hidden, far back in the woods. where the branches creak and the wind in the conifer leaves sounds like the sea I watch the lichen growing on the tree trunks...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 18, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Walking Night time quiet fills the street broken only by the sound of my steps and the pitter-patter of my dog’s paws on the bitumen still hot from the sun. The moon’s silver rain covers me with light stretching my shadow down the...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 17, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
The Need to Travel I cannot rhyme the green bird by my window with the fan whirling, and my thoughts going backwards in cycles homewards again. The few rooms that have been mine I know by heart down to the turtle-shaped smudge on the mirror, inspiration...
