by Helen Ivory | Jan 5, 2013 | 12 days 2012
If I’d been Santa Claus If I’d been Santa Claus I wouldn’t have lived in a semi in a place in North Yorkshire; I’d have set sail from my fur-lined igloo once a year over the whole sleeping world. I’d have grown a wonderful beard, slopped about in...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 4, 2013 | 12 days 2012
from Siula Grande White night 1 The forecast is for newer snowfalls. For another fading face, another forest to be erased with transparent ink from the landscape and then forgotten. The last thing you would want is to freeze thirty thousand...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 3, 2013 | 12 days 2012
An Epiphany ‘I can’t help you,’ says the guy on the desk. ‘Look at this place. The Israelis bomb it and then they drive tanks over the rubble, How would I notice one more lump of concrete among all the rest?’ ‘Not concrete,’ mumbles Caspar. It’s the...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 2, 2013 | 12 days 2012
Many A Hog this twenty twelve has not ended quietly see dandelions of every hue roar its surrender and lanterns of hope carry prayers to their oblivion while ill attired and worse tempered the Wife Beaters consorts surge clanging and clattering through a wide...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 1, 2013 | 12 days 2012
Song This evening’s clouds capture The private imperative of prayer. The impossible confluence Of sky, water in air. There is something in them of us- Our bending toward silent speech. Bearing at an event horizon, To each, an ever-escaping...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 31, 2012 | 12 days 2012
A Christmas Carol From Ovid He dumped her by text. She sat outside Costa and read the message: “i don’t think we should see each other anymore” What a dick. She wasn’t going to let him make her cry. She started to cry. As she cried the...
