by Helen Ivory | Jun 27, 2012 | Prose & Poetry, Word & Image
Poet, comedian, visionary – these are just some of the words that Andy Bennett can spell. If Beauty is Truth, and Truth Beauty, Andy has an honest face and an ugly bio, and should never be trusted with valuables. ...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 26, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Interference Two rings and I snatch up the receiver, static crackles and curses on the line scouring my ear drums . I just make out a Lilliputian voice , and shriek ‘How did you get on?’ Your response is a tiny urgent whine. After a few more attempts at making...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 25, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Writing and Reading For years I thought my mother couldn’t write. My father wrote the notes for milkmen, signed time-sheets, notes of sympathy, reasons for absence, postcards from Ireland. And, when he was too old, too ill to write, my sister wrote the...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 24, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Paul Bluer : ‘I haven’t really got a Bio as such. I try to write things...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 23, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
The Finalists One of them has the sensation that her breasts need milking though it is decades since she lactated, a green lance grows through her, she feels skin-covered but no more human than a yurt. One man has started to sway. He aims and misses and...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 22, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
The Habit of Pigeons They returned when they hacked the tree off at its wide, ancient knees, leaving fat heels bulging into the cracked concrete. They returned because old men emptied shopping bags of breadcrumbs over the stump. They returned when they yanked out the...
