by Ivory Web | Jun 26, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
WoodcutterIn a school room, the woodcutterhad come for the children. Every wolf that he could muster,the bears, the dwarves, the witchesherded them into the darkened forest. Once there, they tried to be small as birds, quieter, one feather pressed to their beaks. They...
by Ivory Web | Jun 25, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
SofaThey sat on the left sideof the sofa. They didn’t siton that side normally.They watched Tom and Jerry,their hands resting nextto each other. His finger tip brushed her wrist. Their hearts twitched like tiredeyes. They ignored...
by Ivory Web | Jun 24, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
This Rose after ‘The Rose’ Mae Holsgrove is a revelation. Peer through the compressions and the releases in its many layers to segments that are pink and purple – you will make out a snake coiling in on itself to make a maze. Follow the concentric paths led by pointed...
by Ivory Web | Jun 23, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
My liver is sick with purple… Arshile Gorky In between the red – there are geraniums,Still there are geraniums – they feather red fromThe window boxes under your white elbows up above my heart. In June, I spread the orange apricots at your feet, Roll...
by Ivory Web | Jun 22, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
Le Cheval Bleuwhose sky was once the colour of walls, of iron bars,leapt up over the high gateto explore the airthe amaze of up there so far —blueskying ...
