by Ivory Web | Dec 22, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
Sonnet for Sale Unused, in good condition, unpublished.Precise metre, several painstaking drafts,all darlings murdered in cold blood, one finishedconceit running through it like life-raftson a ship. Neither Shakespearean or Petrachanin its composition. Can be...
by Ivory Web | Dec 21, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
Cold SnapMy fridge is warmer than my kitchen.My woolly socks are really itchin’I am staying warm by all my bitchin’.Minus ten on the way to Tesco.Driving along on the ice and snow.More slippery than a manifesto.Some bugger’s turned the Gulf Stream off.Who put the...
by Ivory Web | Dec 21, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
TightsSunday dinner at the in-laws’ house. The heat was unbearable, the newspaper said that it was hotter in the West Midlands than it is in Rio, Brazil. My wife helped her mother in the kitchen while I sank into the sticky leather sofa, slipping between the cushions,...
by Ivory Web | Dec 20, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
The Downs Getting out of town for the daywas disappointing what with the chewed up grassthe sun like honey in porridgeand the high point that never came into view. Some bloke was setting up an aerialout of the boot of his caras though signalling for help,...
by Ivory Web | Dec 19, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
THE MOUNTAIN HEAD In the mountainsstraight up aheadimagine snowas gray hair andas the snow fallsin the mountainsthe gray hair growsand grows and spreadsthroughout the headof the mountain.Its white braids seemlike foam and themountain head feelsso cold and old.*...
