by Ivory Web | Dec 31, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
Journey to the Depth of the Deep-freezeYou’re on the driver’s seat.I’m only your passenger.On either side of us fields of sunflowers caress in a breeze.You’re wearing your purple shirt with jeans and jagged eyebrows.It is quarter to three in the afternoonon an autumn...
by Ivory Web | Dec 30, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
I Can’t Sing but That Doesn’t Mean I Don’t Love You I’m driving down the road, on my way to the market to get something for dinner, singing along with a love song on the radio, even though I know I can’t sing, still that doesn’t stop me from singing. I want to...
by Ivory Web | Dec 29, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
In the morning In the morning,i taste your funeral. Even the radiators' anthemappears unchanged. (Theirs the only music until the first psalm). Downstairs,someone grapplesthe compartments of breakfast cutlery;we fall between the...
by Ivory Web | Dec 27, 2008 | Word & Image
John Irvine says “This isn't exactly a haiga but rather a limerick set into a photo I took not far from where I live…”
by Ivory Web | Dec 26, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
Deep Woodlanders I do not see the ancient menI feel their eyes upon me in the undergrowthwhere foxes bark at nightbehind the trunks of treeshalf blackened by the rain.The birds are silent here buthidden in the canopy they...
