by Ivory Web | Sep 26, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
Ghetto Fashion Word was out we shouldGet the red stars. The yellow onesWere going to expire.So we spent all morningQueuing for the new version.I thought What if they changeTheir minds again?And in the confusion Managed to keep the old model,Just in case....
by Ivory Web | Sep 25, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
The Kitten and the Brick-layer’s Cap
After Allen Ginsberg’s The Brick-Layer’s Lunch Hour
It’s a dark rain that threatens
an unlikely new-found womb.
It’s a dark rain that threatens
and yet the wall beckons, the cellar nature of it luring the kitten.He...
by Ivory Web | Sep 24, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
Anatomy of a HeadacheI’ve tried everything else;the blister packs, the fizzing orange juice,the pressure points between the thumbs,now I will ask poetry to help: Please come and papercut my face apartand have a...
by Ivory Web | Sep 23, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
For My Father… but Purcell’s Dido’s lament – When I am laid in earth,May my wrongs create No trouble in thy breast;Remember me, but ah! forget my fate,– never seems to finish,and the five-bar basso ostinato,recurs again and again,closing like a trap...
by Ivory Web | Sep 22, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
KangaroosShe’d been dreaming of kangaroos, moving across a wide plain, stirring up dust which sparkled like sunlight falling on a child’s freshly washed hair. One of the kangaroos had stopped and looked back at her, waiting until she was close enough to see its eyes,...
