by Ivory Web | Dec 16, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
second fermenting a rounded vowel bubbles up*crayon what to draw with this new shade of blue*a tree frogflicking her tonguesolar flare*no people to disturbtheir island nestburied ordnance*tiny troughson the beetle’s shella sip of desert fog*approaching spoon that...
by Ivory Web | Dec 15, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
To Two Unnamed EditorsMy son told me he loved me and hugged me for two minutesIn my former hallway.My daughter cried as I was leaving and begged meTo take her with me.The heat’s on. The bed’s warm.The rent’s paid and Little Walter just followed Fats Domino on the...
by Ivory Web | Dec 13, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
Portrait of My Lover as a Waterfall(after Selima Hill)How relentless you are, O Lord,and how obsessively you pour yourselfdragging everything with you, right over theedge and down into the flurry and the frenzyof your important falling.No time have you, O Lord,for the...
by Ivory Web | Dec 12, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
The Lessonfor VimOn my back in the poolas the morning sun sweeps roundfrom behind the hillsand swallows skim the surface of the water, I’m staring into the blue.And it feels like falling.Like falling upwards,sudden and vertiginous.Disentangled from the net of light...
by Ivory Web | Dec 10, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
GoulashA crucial ingredient is the right frame of mindso abandon all ideas of getting on. Stop pedalling, dismount, go indoors and give yourself masses of time.Then begin by heating a pool of oil in a frying panand, Mrs. Beeton style, take a dozen onions even though...
by Ivory Web | Dec 9, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
The Wolf Moon The last half of a moonhangs above pines,whose dreams are heavy with snow, drifting amongst skies mottled with clouds; black made from blue. *Tim Bedford is experiencing an unseasonably early winter.
