by Ivory Web | Aug 1, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
Exhibit 'A'The McGillivray barnbefore the family murders:To the right you can make outthe timbered stalls, the chaffscattered across the stone floorand at the far endthe open double doors;then, you may noticethe recycled iron hooks hammeredinto the central...
by Ivory Web | Jul 31, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
For Sale: Memory for a Song My grandparents’ house has been sold and moved to a remote corner in the left hemisphere of my brain, but Chopin’s Nocturne in e minor has never left my fingers. My cousin lost her alphabet, the evil joker Stroke erased the...
by Ivory Web | Jul 30, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
Puppet The instant of absolute helplessness when the flash of revolving lights appears in the rear view mirror or when you’re lying naked on the white sanitized tissue stretched across the green exam table and the doctor commands you to roll over on your side, knees...
by Ivory Web | Jul 29, 2011 | Prose & Poetry, Word & Image
your eye protects the soft-toed snowdrop I tether the thin white legs with a finger of soft soil a scraggling, harboured by worms *Poem by Helen Pletts whose two collections, Bottle bank and For the chiding dove, are both published by YWO/Legend...
by Ivory Web | Jul 28, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
LotusIn our palms, small talismans. In our palms, small found objects: a photo, a gemstone, a discarded note. Hand to hand we pass back and forth these tokens as substitutes for love. Here we do not mention the cold — our words are only for our...