by Ivory Web | Mar 20, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Idyll I went to escape the urban solitude, To escape the perpetual flaneurship, the dogged ‘outsider’ mantle I was made from. I should’ve said grow up you child, you’re a writer What did you expect? And the people there, in the countryside were like,...
by Ivory Web | Mar 18, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Filling the Ghost Position I make him who I wanted him to be. I build him from memory and from other people: a pick-and-mix of George Clooney’s hair and Kenneth Branagh’s chin. I sometimes shop locally if the produce is available: I once bought a used copy of D. H....
by Ivory Web | Mar 17, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Day Trip On the road, uncle’s sat nav commentary directs us back to his salesman days, I’ve stayed there often They always bought tea towels. At Chichester Cathedral I insist on photographs of aunt and myself ; because discounting chavs , petty criminals, and those...
by Ivory Web | Mar 15, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Snow on the Eildons like a dusty dog The otter was on the cauld today in the end of the snow hunting for packages in overlooked thaw larders Found the stoat trail again in the snow this morning and it spiralled round and round – maybe dancing, maybe charming a...
by Ivory Web | Mar 14, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Day’s Last Wave Each afternoon he would make the drive 15 miles west from his house to see the breaking of the last wave of the day. Armed with an accurate prediction of the time of the setting, and with one eye on the sun (or if obscured by a cloud, on the...
by Ivory Web | Mar 13, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
the way it goes the day got away on me ran through the woods leapt the lake carrying a backpack full of things not done *Joanna M. Weston has had poetry, reviews, and short stories published in anthologies and journals for twenty-five years. Her middle-reader, Those...
