by Helen Ivory | Sep 12, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Secrets the not saying of it the hush of it weeping through her veins through her daughter’s quiet down the branched roads of generations the still of it the still stain of it the weary road shale grey the lie of it ...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 11, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Don’t Know Thyself Playing the guitar, Dave heard: “Look at this – books, music – are you going to do anything with your life? Or what?” His father left the room, slamming the door. The ocean from Dave’s window was blue, beach white, silence...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 9, 2012 | Prose & Poetry, Word & Image
Proximity – Malta, May 2nd 2012 The past chides indulgence on the tenth floor in the five- star comfort of the afternoon siesta the hot air is scratched by an unknown sound...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 8, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
For the Record This poem was written at a computer It probably won’t get published on the page This poem isn’t for performance either Highly unlikely to grace the local cabaret stage This poem won’t gain much notoriety It’s...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 7, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
The Quality of 6.15am it is still as expected & I am awake thinking about jumble sales &Carpal Tunnel Syndrome a wood pigeon confirms what I feared, I am truly awake, none of that nonsense of hypnopompia to make me wonder if I am actually...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 6, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
The Icknield Way reaches the coast The line endures, resistant, as an unworked seam of flint following the chalk. Iron salted, sprung from sea wash, braided ghost road, liminal, a trackway from a distal point in time. Ancient industries, knife blade and axe and...
