by Helen Ivory | Dec 18, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Caffeine He doesn’t like these franchised places with their name-tagged “baristas”, groomed to be excitable and toothy. (As students should never be.) He doesn’t want cinnamon sprinkles, organic sustainable stirrers and blends christened according to...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 17, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Stubb Road Stubb Road is a snake of clay Enticing me To play in the rustling brown brook; Sticklebacks dawdle, wait to be caught. I lift the jar to watch them. They twist to avoid my giant gaze. When I have eaten them up With staring, I’ll tip them free. Stubb...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 16, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Quiet herself She is not herself They say She is saying things She would not normally say They excuse her for it For the time being at least Yet If they thought about it a little more They would know That she can only ever be herself That these thoughts exist...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 15, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Fleeces The conversation drips like laudanum from a thick glass bottle; they are sheep butting heads in a field of grass comparison: who has the best grass? Are our lambs at the right school to get the high results to land the correct job to buy...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 14, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Green geese Last night I couldn’t sleep so I painted geese not just any geese but green ones flying over me heading for the moon hanging low over Skiddaw full and round and silver a speckled-back mirror. I could see ...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 13, 2012 | Prose & Poetry, Word & Image
Sarah Kelly (1985) is currently living in Argentina. Her poetry can be found in the chapbooks locklines and Ways of Describing Cuts (Knivesforksandspoons Press), Better than Language Anthology (Ganzfeld Press), The Salzberg Review, QUID, two poetic...
