by Ivory Web | Mar 30, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Clocks n Clouds Old wind-up clocks, the tic and toc. Once they were the metaphors, the Wind-Up Universe, the hand, the key. Let it run until it slows and slows, until we all ask, bemused, “Why are the clouds moving so slowly? They should be home for tea by now...
by Ivory Web | Mar 27, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
The Lady of Shalott He set himself adrift, a soiled mattress on a river of discarded lager cans. The only company he kept a solitary picture ripped from a clinic waiting room. He watched her, mouth open, but not in song. She held his gaze from a life in a binbag of...
by Ivory Web | Mar 27, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
* sprawled on a hill overlooking a highway we drink prosecco * Fresh, fruity lip balm Sticks to my hair as I walk Smile as he passes *Amanda Neufeld is currently pursuing an English degree in the US, but she leaves whenever possible to eat Costa Rica’s...
by Ivory Web | Mar 27, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Sundays This, the first sad Sunday when leaves puddle into corners, rain sweeps sky, air tastes of ashes and all those other Sundays stack up like tins of salmon waiting for Sunday visitors who never come. The day becomes uncertain in the dimming of the light. I take...
by Ivory Web | Mar 27, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Janus the morning brought sheets of grazing snows fighting for feet amidst memory of spring at times like these the promise of hope is a seasonal shift, an answering mind brought on winds which whip themselves east and cough over tracks. I see bones under skin and...
by Ivory Web | Mar 27, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Little Corpses Never walk on a frozen lake. It may appear as thick as your arm But the silent water deceives with places Of thinness, beneath bridges and where trees Slant over; the eager crack and quick swallow- No little corpses under the ice. Never play on the...
