by Helen Ivory | May 25, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Coast Whenever you have trouble sleeping Find yourself a room near water Give it white walls, an open window Make it high on a purpled cliff Facing an island abandoned to birds With the sea below, gnawing and roaring At its topnote of shimmering foil. ...
by Helen Ivory | May 24, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
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by Helen Ivory | May 23, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Martin Wilson and the Pantomime of Shadows What he doesn’t like are dinners, parties, rooms with more than four people, radios, telephones and anyone asking him questions. The sounds circle around like birds of prey with beaks sharpened, claws...
by Helen Ivory | May 22, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Dear Penelope Tree, I wish I were you and you were me, So, in the heat of Carnaby Street in 1963, When the cabs and salesgirls Gawp At monochrome-dramatic billboard dreams And the synaptic circuits fire green, Like blinking traffic arrows pointed In your...
by Helen Ivory | May 21, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Dreich it’s best like this on grey days roundabouts in rain lamposts framing a slate-sky a bridge doused in mist buildings blurring from trees and it’s thrilling as if everything is in repose like a wet afternoon at home in front of overcomplicated...
by Helen Ivory | May 19, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Quilt The October sun breeds cataracts and the breeze freezes my bones. My neck is wool-deep in check and it’s hard to text with mittens on. It’s not been this bright in weeks the glow shows glitter in rows up the street. The morning, like a hot drink in a cold...
