by Ivory Web | Aug 11, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
A week in the lifeMondayToday, a scrum of clouds hides the sun.No starsin the night sky (the nightthat is completely hers)as she twists the kitchen tap – cold watersplashing into the bowl.WednesdayUnder bitter skieslong, frosty days,a chill in the airechoingon the...
by Ivory Web | Aug 10, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
In the Year of Splitting UpLike the man who lived eleven days awake we were always on a knife bladeof sleep. Afraid, in the slack space of a blink it would be over. We portioned the hours like watchmen, served out our time on uncomfortable chairs. These were savage...
by Ivory Web | Aug 9, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
Spinning Plates My mother was mad as mercury,mad as a silken Disraeli stovepipehat hiding a gypsum-white rabbit. She once told me, the malt talking,that I wasn't her first born boy,there had been seminal drafts. She said that being pregnant was...
by Ivory Web | Aug 8, 2011 | Haibun, Tanka, Haiku & Haiga
Five haiku:*a wood burningstove. what's that wise cat doing on it?*her pink handoutstrechedclam shell*white noise raindrops yet my spiritagitated.*solitary red leaf falling A Glade commercial.*Piebald cathuddled in grass rime coming on*Matthias Hoefler is lord of...
by Ivory Web | Aug 7, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
The LakeThere is a lake that freezesonce only in a lifetime. Too distantto be seen from shore althoughthe lake is small and could be shouted overon a day the wind is right. The centreholds an island, squat as a bronze bosson a silver shimmering shield. It is miles...
