by Ivory Web | Dec 8, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
A Tourist Afterwards the map becameplaces to contemplate rather than visit,names or sounds to lingerin the troubled gut,scratches and bites to heal. In a cold bath, perhaps asleep,he looks as green as the tiles,as thin as the soap,and we can hear, beneath...
by Ivory Web | Dec 7, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
SNOW-BLIND In early April an arctic storm ...
by Ivory Web | Dec 7, 2010 | Haibun, Tanka, Haiku & Haiga
In the sitting roomI stand amid the silenceof a tall window.# # # # # Death and taxation.Both I have come to accept.I miss certainty. # # # # #A girl of no agemessages an old lover.Learning to touch-type. * Andrew Cannon is a middle-aged poet with a...
by Ivory Web | Dec 6, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
Throwing Whirring and grindingpressing and touchingmoist and bendingwanting to be madeinto something of significance.Pulling and pushing, grit between fingertipsGlobs of slush on wristsWheel between kneesForehead crunchedconcentration no equal Glowing and...
by Ivory Web | Dec 5, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
GLAZING you sing as you wash windows – I climb on the chesterfield so we can kiss through glass# # # # # THINGS FORGOTTENin my top desk drawer:expired passport stamped for Mexico and Francecracked wooden alto recorderfive dried up fabric paintsa blank 90-minute...
