by Helen Ivory | Nov 2, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Beware the silent child (4) The arcade is a belly of echoes, jingles glancing off games and slot machines, repeat repeat repeat, punters’ voices a murmur that dies on the carpet. You enter to spend a penny, then retrace your steps to the exit,...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 1, 2022 | Featured, Prose
The Noise Outside That day, on the patio, you heard a noise and you jumped up, ready to act, while I just froze, telling the story again and again to your mother, her lover, everyone knew that you were brave and I just froze, my sister, my dad, a...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 21, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Then After a time of fires in oil drums, eddies of dog packs where the hospitals had been, first histories were published elsewhere, first conferences counted the spent cartridges. Wildflowers meantime came straggling back to cover the poisons,...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 20, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
My Albatross and Me my albatross is an over-stretched suitcase spilling out stuff I must remember my albatross was small but she grew like Topsy now she will not fit back in her box my albatross is a story, a black and white movie, a steam train...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 19, 2022 | Featured, Prose
Skipping the Light Fantastic ‘You’d never believe it to look at her, but there goes Rita Pulaski, World Jump Rope Champion nineteen fifty-six,’ my grandmother said, pointing a pudgy finger at the window. ‘Really? Her with the two sticks?’ I said,...
