by Helen Ivory | Jul 3, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
The Prize Until it arrives I have yet to learn to knot my tie like the sixth form girls – we junior girls still wear scrubbed knees open to the speech day sun, faces raised to the headmaster as his great tongue enunciates all that it is we have...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 2, 2018 | 2018 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
The Shape of the Gap I give you the gap in my body shaped like a conference pear. You might keep it in a silver box or else in your anorak pocket wrapped in a man-sized tissue. The surgeon who gave me the gap said I was looking down both barrels of a...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 1, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
Night lights That summer night we sat on the balcony and lads on the lash hollered in the street. Candles burned steady yellow on the table. We drank wine, watched a window opposite flash bright and dark as a strip light sparked on and off....
by Helen Ivory | Jun 30, 2018 | 2018 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
15th of April Saturday morning, I watch condensation drip down the window and steam rise from the brim of a blue coffee cup. Today marks a year since your death and I still sit at this same window, sip from a cup you gave me two Christmases ago....
by Helen Ivory | Jun 29, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
Fallout It worries me that she shagged him on his desk. I think of her bad back. I think it may not be that bad. I think that this only happens in Cosmo and that thought makes me feel naive. I think there is something wrong with me – I have not...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 28, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
Intermission The afternoon hangs like orange peel, our lips tight as a nun’s pinch, the plump sucked out by three pm as if through rind. I watch clockwise hands; I don’t know what you watch. My eyes slide from you. We Janus face away...
