by Ivory Web | Apr 29, 2011 | Prose & Poetry, Word & Image
The Princess Speaks MandarinThe first time Fei Yen hears the princess’ voice is a mid-morning in January. Strip lights blaze above the work benches, and she wishes she could hold her hands up to their heat; even in the white cotton gloves, they are frozen. Mr Li has...
by Ivory Web | Apr 28, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
PrimaveraMy favourite tea shop girlHas a hooked nose, a dirty laughI'm trying to fathom HeideggerWhat is is?The butter-split cherry sconeSugar-dustedLater sitting with peach iced teaEyeing legs, bags , Selfridges, NextSpring tarts, fruit flavoursThis morning the...
by Ivory Web | Apr 27, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
BroodThe pigeon is nesting in the hawthorn.If I lift my eyes from the lap top screenI can see her sitting on a mess of sticks.She watches me closely, cocks her head,as if the sound of the keys were visible,small fears to put her on the edge of flight.She sits whilst I...
by Ivory Web | Apr 26, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
OakIt was as if we had ensnared ourselves:the way your little boy handspushed the acorn into the soft loamand your face looked up to minewith the unspoken question.And later a green fingerpushed itself out of the earthand you measured it year by year,until gradually...
by Ivory Web | Apr 25, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
proserpinei eat her lungs, in a dream,while she lies beside me. no,not eat, but inhale out of her body. she says: i am tired.she says: i am tired, and thenwe lie in a bed and talk, talknonsense – as if we kneweach other. her hair is colourless.her hair is colourless,...
