by Ivory Web | Nov 18, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
Monica Lewinsky smokingbut not inhalingthat urge to fit inwe felt the sameI knew. conjugate the verb: to suckhe sucks(present absence)I sucked(past tense)but I didn’t swallow(excuses);the voyeurs lap it up.* Myfanwy Fox always read but only recently dared...
by Ivory Web | Nov 17, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
Elizabeth’s Guinea Pig Madam, a diversion the courtier saysand scoops me, not unkindly, from the basket.You know me: a bean-bag with petal feetwhich flower hot or cold depending on the mood,fur whirled in a double crownon my brushwood-coloured rump. I'm on...
by Ivory Web | Nov 16, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
Things I sometimes think about when traveling by plane
Blowing through clouds, I want to see the desert sunthey talk so much about in movies. The ocean looks
bigger, thirty thousand feet in the air.Shaken by turbulence, I wonder what people thought of when the plane...
by Ivory Web | Nov 15, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
Forge Housefor Valerie, in memory of our motherBetty Greening (née Turner), born May WhaleHe leans out of the door to the forge, holding a smilethat might be simple courtesy or satisfactionwith something he’s made, but could be because of knowingmore than us – about...
by Ivory Web | Nov 14, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
Parade of brides The Baltic Sea is my goal. I drive to the end of Europe, where the land melts step by step until it is only waves. First love is like a faith. We believed so much and we knew so little. Bob Dylan twangs on the car stereo and the wheels drink...
