by Helen Ivory | Oct 30, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Going out We need to leave in about an hour. He wants to get ready now we are going out. The cap and the coat, for him, are vital, they have to be worn. If we are going out. He doesn’t sit when he’s wearing the cap and the coat. We are...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 29, 2019 | 2019 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Profuse I have nothing to say about what happened. It’s been dealtwith. I’ve issued my apologies. Things didn’t turn out like I wanted: it was an accident, of course it was; the fish was being handled well. Esme gave me the money for the herring,...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 28, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Image Sidewalks are silent, dark. Is that you? Details are fogged over but there’s something about the shape, the walk. What are you doing in this neighborhood anyhow? Are you on your way to my apartment? What do you expect to find? How do...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 27, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
After Kirrie We sat-nav under cloud, which might or might not burn off, adder our way up Glen Isla. Through the churchless conundrum of Kirkton of Kingoldrum let’s consider an uncertain saint’s well. Slungback Backwater’s...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 26, 2019 | 2019 poetry picks, prizes and awards, Prose & Poetry
A conversation with my daughter about my brother’s suicide She is awake. The moon is bright and the clouds have parted. The trees are painted trees, living a still life. She tells me my brother is in the moon. I’ve bathed her, given her milk and...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 25, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Homeopathy for Spinsters I. About the Weather People ask about the weather but mean other things. All of it, I say, all of it is about to break. My dreams come and go like surrealist paintings; I carried my childhood friend to be displayed in...
