by Helen Ivory | Sep 27, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Noblewoman The servant girl ran over to the men on the green to tell them about the noblewoman. That afternoon she had rode into the village on horseback looking for somewhere to spend the night. The girl told them about the bottle of lilac salts that the woman...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 26, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
The Rainbow Trout Last night, I dreamt we got ourselves a rainbow trout, half-inched from some river in North America. It caught our eye under the trembling surface like sunlight moving over a mirror. And when we opened it up, like a purse,...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 24, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Fugue Looking at the astronomy of footprints in the cold morning light I could see the madness of the night before ingrained upon the sand. Her watch passed, the moon draws away from the beach and leaves me standing there as alone as the sky. Jim Murdoch...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 23, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Re-painting the Cave with Jackson unformed figure, Jackson Pollock, 1953 When he returned with his learning, full of bombast and new ideas, his travel sacks bulging with bright tins that sprayed thick liquid, which, eyes shifty with mischief, he would...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 22, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
from Jack Frost and the Swans III The mist comes in like a stranger’s hands and the trees are letters and the sky their paper and the roads are rivers and the cars their boulders and the houses are glass and the people their statues and the lakes are iced...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 21, 2012 | Prose & Poetry, Word & Image
Flesh Tones A pilgrimage of phantom limbs in a jumble sale of sex. A lost jigsaw of pieces riddled by the waves. Your hip hook is cast through the shadow of my shoulder. Flotsam limbs, I’ll get to know...
