by Helen Ivory | Jan 2, 2017 | 12 days 2016
Christmas Card Shirley lay in the bed in her prim, backless robe, surrounded by the breath of other mothers and the milky scent of babies. Her own newest child lay beside her, as wrinkled as an apple past its prime, but active and large in the...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 1, 2017 | 12 days 2016
Encore Is it absence that dwindles the candle wicks I lit last year? I have to capture vials of the pale moonlight and dip them in the goats trough who gulp amniotic fluid, kissing my future wounds on wrists and ankles, laying amongst the sudor of...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 31, 2016 | 12 days 2016
Take the stress out of entertaining Taking our inspiration from chefs marinated in spicy vodka we’ve got lots of intrepid sprout trends to add a little sparkle as the centrepiece of a Boxing Day hanging. The traditional way makes it even more...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 30, 2016 | 12 days 2016
Words Damascene describes the field in moonlight we have to look the word up in the dictionary to ornament (e.g. iron or steel) with wavy patterns. Your sister is colouring SpongeBob in her SpongeBob Christmas colouring book. She sits at my desk...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 29, 2016 | 12 days 2016
Smugglers in memory of Frau L. This blanket of dark; perfect conditions for our latest trip to the siding together. A woman can’t see what’s next to her nose as we clamber down, clutching bags and each other by the elbow. Mind out, it can’t be far...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 28, 2016 | 12 days 2016
The Snows They arrived overnight, gossip fogging the lane in muffled footsteps, heavy breath. Silver-tongued and ice cool, the knitting club cast off Mr Snow as another fool who could break the heart of a mirror, turn the sky into a swan’s feather...
