by Helen Ivory | Feb 19, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Rain this afternoon it seems endless, the rain and full of the earth’s sadness generations of tear drops falling, undifferentiated flinging their million, million, million tiny lifetimes to the ground their grainy flickering films the garden...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 18, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Potential friend Blonde, slim, like summer weather, I am by The computer desk in the library black beading: something ruffled my feathers her tired brown hair; Miss Ordinary bursting light bulbs in Catherine Kidson chasms scream perfect lines...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 17, 2013 | Prose & Poetry, Word & Image
S. D. Stewart reads and writes in a cramped city, even while his mind roams open spaces. Whenever possible he walks in the woods and watches birds....
by Helen Ivory | Feb 16, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Angel Way Back 6am streets is heaven all white cloud mist fog morning and look out of the dense gloom headlights coming out going past straight out of nothing straight on to nothing (work no doubt) but all cars go the same way: nowhere same direction: nowhere...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 14, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
break up in the austrian themed fondue restaurant his shirt matched the tablecloth his leiderhosen didn’t match the shirt nothing fits, I said. you picked up a cube of bread, and buttered it you’ll get butter in the cheese, i said. you ate it...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 13, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Signs When I set out on my journey I shall leave home early. I shall wear shoes that breathe slowly; button up my best coat. My scarf will wrap itself around me, brushing my cheek like a newborn hand and I shall need a bag –...
