by Ivory Web | Dec 12, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
The Lessonfor VimOn my back in the poolas the morning sun sweeps roundfrom behind the hillsand swallows skim the surface of the water, I’m staring into the blue.And it feels like falling.Like falling upwards,sudden and vertiginous.Disentangled from the net of light...
by Ivory Web | Dec 10, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
GoulashA crucial ingredient is the right frame of mindso abandon all ideas of getting on. Stop pedalling, dismount, go indoors and give yourself masses of time.Then begin by heating a pool of oil in a frying panand, Mrs. Beeton style, take a dozen onions even though...
by Ivory Web | Dec 9, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
The Wolf Moon The last half of a moonhangs above pines,whose dreams are heavy with snow, drifting amongst skies mottled with clouds; black made from blue. *Tim Bedford is experiencing an unseasonably early winter.
by Ivory Web | Dec 8, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
Postcard to SomewhereA one legged man, and his shrouded wife, clad from head to toe, the both of them, but the hat of the man implying summer and the shawl of the woman implying eternity, said summer it is. The view over the fence is obscured by a fence placed just...
by Ivory Web | Dec 7, 2011 | Prose & Poetry, Word & Image
The restless Owl-boy studies VenusWhat do you see Owl-boy, stirring the feathered dark around you ?Your hollow head, plane on the pillow,rattling with unbecoming dice-thoughts beside me. I see your lashes blinktheir sleepless histories. The wishing star warms to your...
