by Ivory Web | Sep 18, 2011 | Prose & Poetry, Word & Image
The musician speaks of the PacificWe are the something of sirens this, our urgent-sound:laughter deepening an acreageof littered whisperings; eyelash sea-greens.Steady me. In this breeze, moments come free. Place your hands on my shoulders and I’ll...
by Ivory Web | Sep 17, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
Come Rhiannon Forget, the blackbirds the...
by Ivory Web | Sep 16, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
The Bumper Sticker Man Baldo lifted the satchel and climbed aboard the aged bicycle—broken spokes and no brakes, seat or bell, but it rode well enough and the wide handles held the satchel pages of perforated bumper stickers. He rode through traffic with lips...
by Ivory Web | Sep 13, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
The night he makes her sleep on the floorshe curls blue and shivering like a newbornabandoned at someone’s door. She holds screamsin her fists while he snuffles in his sleep. The secondstick in her head and she wears the hours like the trainof a wedding dress, drags...
by Ivory Web | Sep 12, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
Captain HookThe Dark Lady isn’t encouraging: no one wants to hear about your kidney stones.But it’s a funny story, I say, filled with pathos, historical intrigue, heroism.It’s thirty-year-old nonsense, she says, but I’ve seen her naked, so I’m not about to listen to...
by Ivory Web | Sep 11, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
The Childhood of the Greatest Bartender in the LandYou grew upmagic eyed,crawling between the barstools.The first words you readwere the incantations40 percent proof,sweet and dry, bitter and stout.When you were done playingyou put your toy in the nearest empty pint...
