by Ivory Web | Oct 17, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
A Picture from Hopper #2You sit in a cinema alone, waiting for the film. Around you the blue walls are ageing. Your black dress matches the empty black chairs around you. You stare with black eyes at a space below the stage, the curtains, the screen. There is an exit...
by Ivory Web | Oct 15, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
Posthumous gift from an atheist daughter I make her a box from a block of old cherryfound in the back room of a wood shop in Hackney. Inside, I carve a Celtic cross, all sides equal:copied from photos she sent of Iona. My chisels skip compulsivelyfrom...
by Ivory Web | Oct 14, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
Lorna of the Crows I was also bornin a crow’s nest in a valleyat the edge of Friston Forestand on those nightswhen I’m not at homein my skin I shed it,slick back my black feathersand make for the graveyardwhere I perch on a headstone – I like the worn ones best,...
by Ivory Web | Oct 13, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
RedundancyIt left you struggling to sleep, eat, touch me like you used to.A night class brought you back.There, you jabbed at a plane; its thick, ejected coils looping at your wrist. Soon, a paper thin shaving could quiver in your palm, evidence of a new...
by Ivory Web | Oct 10, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
from Would Passenger Sappho Proceed to Gate 314To leave you now’s to waveout of a window under fortywatt yellow into night that shades the squat concretebut splits to corridors of headlamp and filament darkening again to block and...
by Ivory Web | Oct 9, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
On Writing Confusing PoemsI write confusing poems, I am told.When the doorbell ringsI race down the stairsin my sexy high heel boots -expecting to see you there.A mirage of mind, I think.What the hell -I will go back to my desk alone -hold the nib in my hand,and write...
