by Ivory Web | Oct 2, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
I can see the future but it's not seeing and it's not the futureof spiritual worlds where music is the absence of evening newschewing like a rat through a prison walla mole blind to the paintings of Van Goghwe met by the river at Auvers-sur-Oisebut it's...
by Ivory Web | Oct 1, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
Bone Chimes When I wouldn’t singthey plucked me naked. I slipped my skin. Pecked bone-cleanI clatter madly. In the garden you can hear me hanging from the tree.*Julia Stothard lives in Middlesex and has work published in various small...
by Ivory Web | Sep 30, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
The Stolen ChildI am the stolen child,peasant of air,blue thighed, with my gift of spring, who plays with animals of light.In crowded cities ownersof death pay me in trances.I shine like the sun of blood.Outcasts with blind storiesstare at my religions.I find a way...
by Ivory Web | Sep 29, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
vii. millions of eyes, henningdear henning,i wonder if in germany you ever watch old american gangster films. in them, everything is heavy … cars,telephones, and radios. in them, men take unexpectedtaxi rides, light streaked across...
by Ivory Web | Sep 27, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
I like the Woods in WinterI like the woods in winterWhen there’s no snow on the groundAnd the shadows of long lean treesHidden by summers greenAppear.How intriguingThat just as the air turns coolerThe days shorterJust as we add more protection,More covering for our...
by Ivory Web | Sep 26, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
Ghetto Fashion Word was out we shouldGet the red stars. The yellow onesWere going to expire.So we spent all morningQueuing for the new version.I thought What if they changeTheir minds again?And in the confusion Managed to keep the old model,Just in case....
