by Helen Ivory | Aug 8, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
In Time She’d always ironed out the creases from his forehead to his socks, even their sheets were pressed like paper keepsakes in an album. Each morning she’d uncrumple and erase the lines they’d spoken on linens; wash then steam-spread them left to...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 7, 2012 | Prose & Poetry, Reviews
Lucy is a poet, translator and teacher. She has been the recipient of a Poetry School Award (www.poetryschool.com), co-edits Long Poem Magazine (www.longpoemmagazine.org.uk), co-judged Cambridge University’s inaugural Benjamin Zephaniah Poetry Competition in...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 6, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Sheep A cruck of moon across the village. A half-cut sky. The farmer is driving her sheep through the lane, grub-tight, in the hinged-light of an open grave. The Court Meadow is empty but soon ewes and lambs will pair up for the evening. Their...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 4, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
The Conjuror The conjuror shakes his hand, sells you two coins for the price of three; you applaud the deal that leaves you stuck on wonder barely sure of what was ever yours to keep and yours to give. Moving swiftly on, his beguiling eyes are juggling...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 3, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Bus notes 1 I remember that Queer do in some place just off Leicester Square. There was the man in the Freikorps uniform dancing alone to R. Dean Taylor on the dance floor. It wasn’t long before I was dancing too. (Later, I invented my disgust at his get up to...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 2, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Last Night the moon like one of your fingernails hangs in the sky blotting out sleep a child’s dreams have held me awake all night daddy’s sorry daddy’s sorry daddy won’t do it again across the great gulf from your place in hell are you sorry,...
