by Helen Ivory | Oct 3, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Racing Mum told me that frigid was another word for Jesus’s Mary. You showed me that holiness was holding my hand and racing down the playground until we couldn’t breathe. We kissed like tangled sting rays unwinding, swallowing the words we...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 2, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Banbury, Oxford, Reading, Basingstoke, Winchester This is the gap before territory, where, frying onion, you catch reflections in the steel curve of the kettle and I sleep to the sounds of early evening, drinking mulled wine from a thermos...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 1, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
The sauntering step I throw myself against the air and find freedom from my shadow and shadows throw themselves against the air and leave behind the clamor of eras, like a cloud of dragonflies and further behind me time ordergenericpropeciaonline.com throws itself...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 30, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Leaf What if that leaf was a kingfisher caught out of the corner of my eye hovering above the river, the autumn colours flapping in the late afternoon’s light, a momentary if ultimately teasing flight? But then what of all the drowned birds dead on the river’s...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 29, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
At Brigflatts (6-6-10) Braggadocio ! not here my friend no fools call to higher powers no rant, save for the pique-ish bulls who care not for silent prayer nor Rawthey, mixing lap and rush to song-thrush backdrop, nor hen, inquisitive in front of camera, nor...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 28, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Leda Then: the light opened and closed around her; slumped angels onto the carpet, trumpeting grotesquely, their shadows angled into corners, into anywhere and anything but that safe, squared certainty. grew larger and filled the air, feathered and...
