by Helen Ivory | May 2, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Ghost I caught (a glimpse of) you at the supermarket where you (never) shopped (except) for beers. Zoe Broome published Back To Yesterday in May 2016. More recently, she has been attending a course about ‘poetry and...
by Helen Ivory | May 1, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
In the field In the field that rolls from my feet to the far horizon valley of turned soil already green the tractor creeps giant beetle crop spraying but beneath this plum tree wild yellow tulips blow. Jane Dougherty is Irish...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 30, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Dan Dare I wonder whether apps will still exist a hundred years from now. Paper will, I think, and you who I imagine reading this in an earth closet or cathedral or by torchlight as I read about Dan Dare. He was the future once, his spacecraft...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 29, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Electrotherapy at Steinhof Under the light of the sanatorium window, The red curtains impersonate a woman Wearing her nerves on the outside Of her dress, like a bridal train. The door to the machine swings open And she treads into heated wires;...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 28, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Recognising Homo Erectus In the British Museum with skeletons you can’t get away from the memory of the family that all live in one room. Bunk beds and camp beds and the illness of a father that gets into the fibres of everything like the smell of...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 27, 2019 | 2019 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Wheel 1. I watch another sci-film. Deep space travel is a thing. The wheelchairs still look like they were bought in 1982. 2. We are all the same. The greatest lie ever sold. It is funny how different being different can be. 3. It is estimated...
