by Helen Ivory | Apr 22, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
In Transit The train hurries past sheep far too content to look up—autumn field, farewell. Dear voyager, cast aside your brand new guide book— see there, a castle! On a bare platform, girl hands apple to boy: to take or not to take. Prayer finds its form in churches,...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 21, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
The Mathematics Tutorial The length of your life, call it x, And time progress together until Some convergent finite point is reached. The rest of the world, call it (1-x), Continues on towards infinity. Perhaps the afterlife could be counted As a further arithmetic...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 20, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
the poem in the courtyard outside in the courtyard bricks stacked into the shape of a submarine “it is a poem” she said “how can it be?” he asked “it must be either bricks or sculpture how can it be a poem” “it is a poem “ she said “because I say it is” “well it is...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 18, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Must be and is One is the Echo of the street at four, the Bell and after as kids drift, small growlers into Evening polyester blue, and finished, stopped, the Bell at four o’clock you find it when it is never finished in the Ear One is the petal turned lopsided, bent...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 17, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
I Heart You There are words on the fridge, they’re magnetic. “I liver you, with all my lungs” “January breaks 50% off…” There are pictures of cats, newspaper cuttings with words and letters blacked out. “I stomach you, I do,...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 16, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Quicksand My room is quiet; I’ve woken surreptitiously. The day feels early, so ready for sunshine – and it must be Saturday, a time with a chance to wander in woods beneath a patina of leaves; along my spine comes a shiver of bliss in freedom, and slowly...
