by Ivory Web | Jan 26, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
The edge of a continent I’d filled the XL fast food soda cup with 2 Budweisers and I walked out of the motel to the beach. There was no one out there except for the seagulls and sandpipers. The waves came up over the beached sea weed and...
by Ivory Web | Jan 25, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Night VisitorsWe come when the moon looks away,when cats crouch unblinking under carsand we know they won’t talk, or care,when people are watching TV, as the streetclaims a moment of peace. You might heara noise outside, something closing, a cough.Ours is a private...
by Ivory Web | Jan 24, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Tree of DesireWere there ever a tree of desireladened with the fruit of temptationit grew in her back garden.Juices streamed down beaksstained feathers like drops of rainwhen the peach flesh was pierced.Tin can lids and mirror shardstethered and twirled from the...
by Ivory Web | Jan 23, 2012 | Reviews
Alice Oswald, Memorial (Faber and Faber, 2011) pp.84, £12.99pAlice Oswald’s Memorial is “a translation of the Iliad’s atmosphere, not its story”. That Oswald is a classicist – she read classics at New College, Oxford – and a distinguished poet herself is obvious...
by Ivory Web | Jan 22, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Scissors, Paper, StoneGlitter and glue. Paper. Scissors. Child’s ones, with red plastic handles and blunt edges. Safe. She’s making decorations, poking out her tongue, like I do. We sit side by side; her, snipped from me, the diamond gap that gives a paper...
