by Ivory Web | Apr 2, 2009 | Haibun, Tanka, Haiku & Haiga
Three mornings Cat up winter tree;crouching black on bare branches,gazing at the sky. Mist smudges daytimeinto grey; trees disappear.Train puffs through the clouds. Sunshine paints the walls.A lark sings on a rooftop;rosy morning...
by Ivory Web | Apr 1, 2009 | Prose & Poetry
GlassThe desert marshals sandin warfare.Hustles itdust driven into the compressors of aircraftwhose engines eat heat.Fired, the sand becomesglass:a blown heart holding hot steel in its hollow hands.It breaksthe heartsends daggers of glass to burrow brightback in...
by Ivory Web | Mar 31, 2009 | Prose & Poetry
MeetingHere we are on this sloping ground amongst the pine trees. Low cloud ingests the mountain tops. You, oblivious to the scree and the roots, the rivulets and the mud, in your usual black town shoes and a raincoat. In my waterproofs and walking boots I feel almost...
by Ivory Web | Mar 30, 2009 | Prose & Poetry
For AA wasn’t one of the first, just one of the first to speak. A couldn’t say all of the words. I wasn’t a judge, A wouldn’t have one of those, but I believed the parts of A’s story she would allow. Permission is uppermost. Her country is R, this doesn’t really...
by Ivory Web | Mar 28, 2009 | Haibun, Tanka, Haiku & Haiga
Here's a treat from the archives, a recording of Jack Kerouac reading some of his haiku with a background accompaniment of jazz riffs. It all sounds a little corny now but back then (the recording must be late 1950s) this was the epitome of being part of the cool...
