by Ivory Web | Jan 9, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
The Painter She sits in the hairdressersshrouded in products and bleach, her inners pulsing; fear protruding,the tick tocks spacing her rhythmstrying to reassure her heart. The hairdresser paints her hair with colours and tin foil. She wonders if...
by Ivory Web | Jan 8, 2010 | Haibun, Tanka, Haiku & Haiga
Sea Palling – three haikuWhite tern arrows at waters of the wind-ripped bay –glides before plungingTall poles stand rusted sentry over strips of green,purple, turquoise seaSwallows weave acrosscloud-nets of gauze, thread through theinsect-heavy skies* Jac Cattaneo is...
by Ivory Web | Jan 7, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
Apple in the Pit Amit watched Maya gulp down her breakfast. She looked up and said, “I am late, have to rush.”
“Will you be late coming back?”
”Don't know, will call.” She blew him a kiss and rushed out before he could open his mouth again....
by Ivory Web | Jan 6, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
Hugh Hefner & Keg PartiesI had a friend who said he once met Hugh Hefner.To tell you the truth I think he just made the whole thing up so he would have something to say at parties.He loved the way it seemed to hold people's attention.He liked how their eyes...
by Ivory Web | Jan 5, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
what comes after kissingWe are explosive (no, not strong enough). More than explosive (what's more than explosive?). Caught on a double-edged butter knife, equally concerned by what might be and what isn't. I was serious when I said women shiver when...
