by Ivory Web | Apr 21, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
Soup In winter he made soup, taking me down the garden to draw parsnips from jaws frozen by the night stars, then to the scullery to defuse an onion, chopping off its squib, peeling away the casing. He’d slice its acid spheres and pore over...
by Ivory Web | Apr 20, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
Nursing a StarI wanted it to be mine.They said it was just a pieceof broken rock. I said a meteorite.My dad threw it upand let it fall, a dead weight,but I knew it merely slept.At night I felt the echo of its radiancefrom the mantelpiece. Inside, I knew,an ember lived...
by Ivory Web | Apr 20, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
Medicate or Rape Her: An Owner’s Manual on How to Quiet a WomanFill her up with compliments; fill her up with food,Undermine her confidence; tell her she’s a fool,Buy her drinks then fuck her,Then call her fat when through,Slap her when she speaks up, then tell her I...
by Ivory Web | Apr 19, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
The Base Macian TO MAKE: a verb, from the base macian meaning “fitting” in Old English; related to match; past: made. A good old thing resulting in an object one could use. A table, a teething ring, the dinner, a pair of shoes. POEM: a noun. Partakes of the...
by Ivory Web | Apr 18, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
One form of prose writing we are always on the lookout for is reportage – vignettes of doses of real life – or creative non-fiction as it is sometimes termed. Here's a new piece by Rachel Henwood and 'yes' the restaurant featured in this story really does...
