by Helen Ivory | Nov 20, 2025 | Featured, Prose
A letter C The little piece of newspaper, crisp and dark with age, flutters out of the gritty space between the fridge and the cabinet. I am cleaning the house while my wife is at school and at first I don’t understand. It is small, less than an...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 10, 2025 | Featured, Prose
Stanage They approach in hungry morning light, treading the path to the ridge and the row of giant’s teeth grown crooked with the ages. Scanning the plantation below she breathes, inhaling the cold and is lifted by a curlew’s call. This is not her...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 17, 2025 | Featured, Prose
Second to None Chad, an aspiring author, sank into his easy chair and drifted into a reverie. He found himself, not in his apartment but in a dusty courthouse at the center of a nameless small town. The kind of town with cracked sidewalks, sagging...
by Helen Ivory | May 18, 2025 | Featured, Prose
What Happens After the Aftershock? In February 2024, I took an Uber to a bridge in London. I was planning to die. Instead, I got out and walked to St Paul’s, where I was detained and sectioned. I remember the shame. The dizziness. I remember thinking I’d...
by Helen Ivory | May 13, 2025 | Featured, Prose
Why Words Help Let’s accept then (whether you accept this premise or not) that all psychological well-being rests on our capacity to assemble a narrative that situates our experiences within a landscape that makes sense. When our lives begin as disparate...
by Helen Ivory | May 6, 2025 | Featured, Flash Fiction, Prose
Thoughts in the Time of Collision I am all hair, glittering with diamond-glass. A forehead streaked with blood, rubies and roses crisscrossing the tangerine flaps of a ripped collar. Ripped skin. The air is blue and then bluer and then green and...
