by Ivory Web | Mar 12, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
An office by the by lane Once upon a time In once upon a path There was an old house. An old house Double-storied With wooden windows, A few rooms below, Just two above. In the courtyard were rusting metres, faulty metres, unused wires A few smashed tubelights,...
by Ivory Web | Mar 11, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
30 CARMODY: I am exactly like a helium balloon. I swell up or shrink down depending on the surrounding pressure. BLIGHT: [Indicating CARMODY.] Massive in the rarer atmospheres. [Pause.] Unable to descend, as it were, without disfigurement. As a part of our WWII...
by Ivory Web | Mar 10, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Iguanadon A mad woman was squatting in the outer office. I’d unwittingly let in a mad woman. She’d shivered, twitched, looked me up and down and then insisted Johnny Havelock appraise the contents of her battered flat case. I’d been standing at Johnny’s … Mister...
by Ivory Web | Mar 8, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
You will remain an example I will walk with all walking people And no I will not stand still Just to watch the passers by This is my Homeland In which I have A palm tree A drop in a cloud And a grave to protect me This is more beautiful Than all cities of fog And...
by Ivory Web | Mar 7, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Jason’s Last Supper I have flavoured myself with mandrake and honeysuckle; softened the light; set the table in silks; gathered dew at midnight to wash your feet. I have used the voice of Callas to soothe cares: see how she hangs in the air between us? Trip the...
by Ivory Web | Mar 6, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Zonnebloem Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly – Langston Hughes. Let me tell you how I fill my nostrils with home, with the girls at the hairdresser, their teenage primping and perms, pink curlers, hot tongs, or the...
