by Helen Ivory | Feb 22, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Things you must know The Boiler is in the cupboard. Instructions are in the drawer The pilot light of my heart is off. Relighting is not possible. Broad band, TV and telephone are paid by direct debit. Do not call my mobile phone. I will answer...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 20, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Windfall A fox crossing the tramlines stole the apple the woman dropped when she fell, spilling the contents of her purse like I Ching straws into the moonlight. Sally Michaelson is a conference interpreter in Brussels and mum to a ...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 19, 2019 | 2019 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
I put a wolf in the basement The wolf is arguing with my neighbours. He is asking to be let out. He is persuasive, and good at small talk. He is no danger to them, but he is a crack in the pipes. I cannot remove him, cannot take an axe to his...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 18, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Jackdaw Girl Fern MacArthur stands on the back step. She stoops to strike a match on stone, cupping the flame as she straightens. The woodbine glows red with her indrawn breath. She shakes the match and tilts her chin back, sighing smoke. She...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 17, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Sinking I don’t often drown anymore Most of the time, I feel obligated To a routine immersion Some type of spiritless baptism Where the ocean pulls me to her floor Into a sunken womb Where my bruises can be special But as black devours blue, I’m...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 16, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Suppose Suppose the tree once leant into the wind went the other way against the giving in the prevailing call to obey let’s say one wilful day it shook free from ages of constraint and from its deepest roots up urged itself to bow no more to...
