by Helen Ivory | Dec 7, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
Strategy i: surrender my heart is oily blue swallows, frantic to escape birds whose flight is a grace fall to earth one by one exhausted swift cockroaches carpet sorrow muffle the impulse to resist miniature mouthful by miniature mouthful...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 6, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
Day Trip It was in May, the weekend after we’d decided to separate, I took my girls to Weston-Super-Mare. To get them out of the house. It drizzled the whole day. We went on the beach anyway – the rain was bearable. They made a sandcastle. They...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 4, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
Re-wilding The red beaded holly tree squats in mud blood fresh against bright Dartmoor blue eyeing me Wilderness is girthing her When I was born I lacked her stature I slipped my footing and fell eyes first into the lonely heart of my...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 3, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
A Wounded Hinge If it were simply a hinge a drop of oil would surely loosen any bind. Then an open shut or two more than likely would do. These brass patched places with worn pedicle screws on a door are about the getting through, and much less the...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 2, 2018 | 2018 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Narrowing Fog inhabits the air so as I walk through cloud shadow I find another beside me, her breath condensing on my hair drawing me into the grey no-light that sprawls around, ensnaring me in a long drawn-out dawn where all I can see lies at...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 30, 2018 | 2018 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
We observe this word, abscission turn fashionable, hang in air. Once botanists’ part-property, at least cased in scientific sights; now – in this most now of times – it’s ours. Perhaps this year holds terms longer, closer than is usual. Leaves in...
