by Ivory Web | Sep 25, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
The Kitten and the Brick-layer’s Cap
After Allen Ginsberg’s The Brick-Layer’s Lunch Hour
It’s a dark rain that threatens
an unlikely new-found womb.
It’s a dark rain that threatens
and yet the wall beckons, the cellar nature of it luring the kitten.He...
by Ivory Web | Sep 24, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
Anatomy of a HeadacheI’ve tried everything else;the blister packs, the fizzing orange juice,the pressure points between the thumbs,now I will ask poetry to help: Please come and papercut my face apartand have a...
by Ivory Web | Sep 23, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
For My Father… but Purcell’s Dido’s lament – When I am laid in earth,May my wrongs create No trouble in thy breast;Remember me, but ah! forget my fate,– never seems to finish,and the five-bar basso ostinato,recurs again and again,closing like a trap...
by Ivory Web | Sep 22, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
KangaroosShe’d been dreaming of kangaroos, moving across a wide plain, stirring up dust which sparkled like sunlight falling on a child’s freshly washed hair. One of the kangaroos had stopped and looked back at her, waiting until she was close enough to see its eyes,...
by Ivory Web | Sep 20, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
PlagueIt came little hands little eyes little feetthe tiny dragonin dreams it grew wingsbreathed fire green scalescoming with the moonmy dreammore than the fog carries the deadwherever they...
by Ivory Web | Sep 19, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
New York Stopover, 1966for my mother At 93, she recalls what I don’t: steam blooming from pavements – (loud crack in the afternoon and immediately the steep up-and-down wail of American sirens, faces half-borrowed from movies: the lean dark-haired man...
