by Helen Ivory | May 2, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
Valley Town Streets lineate the hillside, terrace above the A-road and river. Houses, built for workers in whatever line went on because of the watercourse, and caused the arterial road, look down on industry’s light inheritors of the valley...
by Helen Ivory | May 1, 2018 | 2018 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
In Her Bones I discover her just off Pier Road, sitting on the bench that overlooks the river. Draped on the wooden slats, right femur resting on left, Agnes is completely at home in her two hundred and six bones. Relieved of padding and muscle,...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 30, 2018 | 2018 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Noticing how The snow has changed us, softened our faces, a glint in our eyes. We perceive other differently; perhaps because of the way we drove more slowly, appreciating the need to take more care on the corners, or use the gears instead of the...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 28, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
Bone Chemistry Mr Dishman broke his wrist playing squash or chess or somesuch, but didn’t let it stop him with equations: acid-base, displacements, the Haber process. He learnt to write on the blackboard with his left, a strange non-cursive script...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 27, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
Grapes When I talk to you about making love I am talking about how two people reach toward each other — within the limits of what their bodies will allow — and attempt to withstand the forces that would pull them apart from one another...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 26, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
Salting the skin The sea becomes the colour of whale skin & chalk. Hanging on a day, abandoned by the chalk light. A worm moon left its portrait under the drifting ebb, sketched in ridges by the salt-water whirls and the endless boxing sands. I am looking...
