by Ivory Web | May 19, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
Alphabet Soup a)Posing in the mirror with a knife. Stealing from my mother’s purse. Stealing my dad’s cigarettes. My psychologist makes me drawpictures of screaming people. I don’t feel anything, I am a dragonfly butting the walls in a seizure of supposed...
by Ivory Web | May 19, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
Songs of Light and DarkHuman Voices concert at Halesworth, December 13th 2009It was started as a murmura memory rising from the cave dark.Welele, Welele, Welelethe ululation progressed, so did the singerspassing through the listenersweaving them into place, lockedin a...
by Ivory Web | May 18, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
Electric BatonIn the pause beneath a bare light bulb which has been sun and moon for weeks (with rice cooking not a mile away children coming in from school)the soldier’s eyes slide from the electric baton to your wet body what he will dowill be done...
by Ivory Web | May 17, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
I'M A WORLD TRAVELER I'm looking at the foreign stamp again....
by Ivory Web | May 17, 2010 | Haibun, Tanka, Haiku & Haiga
clapping cormorantsstrung along the shorelinesun downa common murrebehind the Sea & Sandbar Grilla generous tipthose two runningunder his upended coatearly spring rainthe nurse's gentle knockends visiting hourswinter twilight* Neal Whitman is a poet who splits...
