by Helen Ivory | Nov 25, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
The late blackberries The late blackberries come ripe this year, bursting little beasties slick with the devil’s spit. We come home gorse pricked and spittle flicked and happy for the yearning. Keep your high-rise monoliths. I apologise- I truly...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 24, 2019 | 2019 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Ague When it comes, it will scratch away the surface of Fen, release the secrets of our soil. It will sing its lullaby over a girl’s bones at the bottom of a village well. Its tongue will rouse small forms to hatch in the eyes of a dying mare. It will...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 23, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Bringing It All Back Home To leave one’s notebook in plain view signals some kind of declaration, a piece of the secret realm rendered visible. I sit in my dressing gown, smoking in a room where I shouldn’t, play games in perspectives, the tin...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 21, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
As Safe as Houses Cracks are first to appear, then walls burst their seams. Windows rattle out of frames, the roof lifting its lid to the sky. A rumbling boom hurtles down the street. Stunned passers-by turn their heads imagine the worst. A black...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 20, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
A Burial Corridor “Surely what is needed now is a grand strategic vision for green burial places to reclaim our cities with urban and peri-urban woods and forests and for it to be a requirement for trunk transport routes to include linear...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 19, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
The Running Club This morning not their normal urban route: The busy paths beside dual carriageways, The quiet in the longer avenues, The brief, ill-thought-out streets where people tend Their flower beds like grudges and the cars Are parked along...
