by Ivory Web | Nov 8, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
Abundance1.Pinched back, propped upoverripe tomatoesstar kiss fuzzed vines.Red cranial orbstelecommunicatinggelatinous pink thoughts –bite me . . bite me.2.Tired cornstalks, picked cleanplay straight men toseedy cabaret headliners:Cosmos! ...
by Ivory Web | Nov 7, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
On The Verge Of AutumnI'd seen her about town often enough – pleasingly plump, neatly dressed, with snow-white hair that belied her age, and such blue eyes. And now we were sharing a store front over-hang against the sudden downpour. She must have been about...
by Ivory Web | Nov 6, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
My First Real Winter The rain beat down in double timeIn comparison to the metronome like dripOf droplets in stainless steel pansSmoke casts shadows over lined paperAsh falls like snow flakes, settling gentlyElegies scratched deep into the table surfaceRemind us...
by Ivory Web | Nov 5, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
BrittleIt had been five years. Five years of interminable aching before I could sleep, and five years of disbelieving when I awoke. Five years of not knowing what to do with myself at breakfast, dinner and lunch. Five years of remembering.But on the advent of the...
by Ivory Web | Nov 4, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
The Floating HarbourThe harbour wall is as high as a ship;a lock keeps the water up – the angled iron-and-wooden gatesno longer hold a fortune but the sound of water that bubbles and spurtsas mud silts, and...