by Helen Ivory | Apr 14, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Check you, on my doorstep, loaded with one bam-on-the-glass headbanger wasp. You’re offering me sharp glimpses of glint, that dropped tumbler’s unswept-up chip. How it grins from the grout between tiles. There you are, crazy among the...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 13, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
His Mum Said He Liked Me Easter holidays 1998, puberty imminent his lips as dry as the grass we are trespassing on my cheek is sweaty though, makes it sweet. Mansell Junior School has a two-story building that we are jealous of but our rigid...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 12, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Sucker Let’s buy a house – a big one – big enough to hold old resentments and future fights. Let’s get an old one, one in the country, the kind that has a lock on each door and a bomb shelter in the garden (so there’s somewhere to run...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 11, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
letter to pluto in a parallel life, you were a dog in technicolor/ with meals & a kid to play ball with/ a family to mourn your death/ but here, you’re a change- ling child- misplaced, scrawny, too cold for a normal country fireplace to warm...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 10, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Crossing Points: The Last Hour It’s late, and he’s watching. Each rise of her chest is less tangible than a prayer. Now and then he presses an ear to her lips, his own breath held close. He spends an hour sitting with her eggshell hand curled into his...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 9, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
The Orchard Down past rough slivers of Cotswold stone wall was the lower garden reaching from earth gnarled tendrils erupted like arthritic hands pear and cooking apple trees with sweet bitter fruit The pommes were balls of...
