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...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 19, 2025 | Featured, Prose
Collateral Damage The darkening sky skids past at sixty miles an hour. My eyes are keeping a vigil over the dead fringes of tarmac either side of the road as I drive, flicking from the cars in front of me to the next unidentified something lying...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 9, 2025 | Featured, Prose
I Can but Try Hello Tamara, it’s lovely to hear your voice stretching out across the Atlantic, from your eco pod of wellness into my quiet space, where things are not so well today. But it is today. New and fresh. I have made it through from...
by IB | Mar 25, 2025 | Featured, Prose
Animals I didn’t think too hard about the personality of the meat on my plate, until I bought Organic. The rack of ribs I was tucking into was born the first week of February – it was three months younger than my baby son. The label told me the breed of...
by Helen Ivory | Mar 2, 2025 | Featured, Prose
The Human Business If J.M. Spugg inspired anything like admiration or fellow-feeling, it was among people who had never actually interacted with J.M. Spugg. To those blessed few he had only been the face of a million charity buckets up and down...
