by Ivory Web | Feb 23, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
Memory PlatesMemory plates glide over one another.Like two facing windows, a hall of mirrors:slow, shifting images – your infant...
by Ivory Web | Feb 22, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
Under the Counter Stroking fake furs convincing as cleverimpressionists, my hand is pricked bythe pine needle pelt of genuine mink.The coat is no peroxide starlet but ahooded, calf length defence againstproper winters. Petting it, I recall when‘a mink for the...
by Ivory Web | Feb 21, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
Listening to Charles IvesThe street vainly imitates a theatre,dropped pennies and reflectors footlight my walkthe rumble of a crowd gathers and storms.Beats rain down and hide in the gutter,rivulets form around the clutterof the pavement’s percussion...
by Ivory Web | Feb 21, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
Butter-coloured sky The snow fell all day. We rolled and rolledwhitenessdown the hill;a snowman our final victory. Snowflakes flew everywhere,spiralling against the butter-coloured sky,willing Spring beyond silence;birds broke into song.*...
by Ivory Web | Feb 18, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
Off the Beaten Track A pheasant scutters through the undergrowth and Rufus gives chase. He plunges into the bracken, tail tip waving like a flag, then disappears. I shout, whistle, follow the trail of trampled foliage through the trees. Rufus howls and I find him...
