by Helen Ivory | Jan 26, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Glossop Ward In the hospital bed my father sagged and bulged in all the wrong places. He started taking his meds again, said the nebuliser smelled like French bakeries so I emptied Waitrose of its pastries. As he grappled for control, the same old...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 25, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Judy Dench watches over When a guard dog barks you start to think about the dark. How very dark. Curtains flap in the wake of a ceiling fan that creaks. How much had to happen before this began to happen? Eat all the sugar so the vermin...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 24, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Chimpanzees We are chimpanzees. Wellsuited, we hoot, hunt down weaklings; shrieking, beating our chests at the tearing off of flesh. We know not what goes on in the farside of the wood. Nevertheless, we bless our alpha male for each death thud and the...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 23, 2019 | 2019 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Sisters We found her at the bottom of the garden like a dropped apple, held her in the hollows of our palms afraid we might spill her now that she was ours. We kept her in an ice cream box, lined it with kitchen roll, pierced the lid for air, made a...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 22, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
The living-rooms of people in later life The living-rooms of people in later life are sometimes a mess as though they also must over time droop and unhinge. Most, though, are tidy their lines of reach and access as clear as traceries of rain on sunlit...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 21, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
bad dream malum somnium a found poem as the daughter of a bankrupt businessman I’m into men in prison and the hashtagged word erasure of memory is the abiding theme trying to hurt a person’s physical being cum fundis et sagittis...
