by Ivory Web | Feb 17, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
After Lorca I will sip orange until she finds meI will only play with cats I will hang my thoughts in the bare winter treesI won’t laugh like birds But I will wait through these hard agesI will curl up to the sky For while she is goneI will hurt...
by Ivory Web | Feb 15, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Held Middle-aged woman with long black hair,thin stem of a bodysunglasses on a grey daystops to sniff roses outside the Parish Church of the Holy Gospel,bending each one down to herdrawing in each offeringholding herself there,now here in this poem.*Matthew...
by Ivory Web | Feb 14, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Love symbols spoken in a Chinese winter I am grown tall in the telling of the yellowthat the dance leaves a signal for, finishing the ridge in a luminous squall,wanting your white elk-breath and the hoof-pound at my door. I am the first blade turned black in...
by Ivory Web | Feb 12, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
PétursdóttirPétursdóttir took a boat all the way to Svalbard. With a little seed cupped in her little hand. The seed was her father and the boat was her love and Svalbard was the only safe place she could think to take him. Pétursdóttir knocked on the door of the...
by Ivory Web | Feb 10, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
CoatShades of earth & skywith me between themwalkingon a blue morningyour red ticket stubin the cold lined pocketbluntedslipping through fingersleaving me wanting *Susannah Pickering is a poet, playwright and knitter with poems previously published in the likes of...
by Ivory Web | Feb 9, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
through the halo burnt mirror …autumn leaves cracklebrown dust skids off paths and an assortment of hibiscus dangles raggedly==the lady in my bedroomputs herself together every morningafter a hard night of dismantling herselfin the...
