by Ivory Web | Oct 31, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
No Screaming while the Bus is in Motion It’s true that I pulled a wardrobe door from the firewood pile and painted a sign: Parker’s Ghost-Hunting Agency in dripping red letters and nailed it to the fence alongside our house where passersby pointed and...
by Ivory Web | Oct 30, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
JakeThe Jack Russellwith a yellow pencil trapped in his jawruns between our argument – we stopour mouths, you and I, caught by the sight of him as he paws, bows and scribbles on the linoTo you bothI just can't do this anymoreRegards,Jakeand exits the...
by Ivory Web | Oct 28, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
Natural History Museum I wish Lord let me be nervous again, as confidence makes them wary,and please make me meek — as if it could make them love me —but for now I want to shout Fuck and my tone may be unsympathetic, though I don’t have the accent for street ranting.I...
by Ivory Web | Oct 27, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
At the Heart of ThingsRemember when your mother was taken ill-and was rushed anonymously to the hospital?and in the waiting room your older brother -cried and shivered like glass.But you felt like some dumb blunt dull thing-no tears, no panic, no nothing…And the...
by Ivory Web | Oct 26, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
The quiet room You wince under the waits’ added load.Squashed seating arrangements anticipatebreasts squeezed into scanners.We are blind to fresh flowers, pastel curtains and carpets.Receptionists and nurses maintain the default cheerinessof shopping channel...
by Ivory Web | Oct 25, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
examinationall I remembered after was the distancefrom the doorway to the instrumentand light from the enormous semi-circular windowsshining off the parquetunevenly, in the places it was brokenchairs and stands and forgotten things in cornersand how far it was to...
