by Ivory Web | Apr 9, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
YANG CHU’S POEMS 184I cannot trust her,I cannotDistrust her.Trust and distrustAre words,Mere empty words,Trust and distrustDoes not applyTo what exists between us.Does not fit,Does not have meanings,Does not have signifieds.Therefore, I cannot trust her,I cannot...
by Ivory Web | Apr 8, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
RecessThat clamouring hourin the yard where the standpiperose out of cementis glued in a cavitybehind my eyeseven now.When, between the cow pastureon the east sideand the linked fence to the west,all meaning and order was contained:We would gallop the perimeter,as...
by Ivory Web | Apr 7, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
And These Are All QuestionsI feel long.Much longer than I should.Why doesn’t anyone see it?If I let go of the handrail I get facial hair and my fingernails click on the keys or the countertop or the desk or the table or pierce into the bumps of mosquito bites when...
by Ivory Web | Apr 4, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
THE BABY POOLI want to fly like a snail. Yes, snails fly in their minds, so does the brain of the ocean.Does a man want to drown in the ersatz desire?You must understand me. I know you and I swam together. They call it escape velocity. You, were the expatriate,...
by Ivory Web | Apr 3, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
Dance HallI’d known him since a little boy. Sixteen,he was, he got a job and disappeared,to America, they said. The movies.And then, at the parish Christmas do,was George himself, lighting a fag. He smiledand said he’d show me how to jive. He drovean Austin...
