by Ivory Web | Aug 12, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
this is where I am and how I believed it would be it is dark except for the glow from the computer screens somehow want them to project the shifting lines of numbers onto the walls across the notice boards and reflect off the eyes of the watching students to...
by Ivory Web | Aug 11, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
A week in the lifeMondayToday, a scrum of clouds hides the sun.No starsin the night sky (the nightthat is completely hers)as she twists the kitchen tap – cold watersplashing into the bowl.WednesdayUnder bitter skieslong, frosty days,a chill in the airechoingon the...
by Ivory Web | Aug 10, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
In the Year of Splitting UpLike the man who lived eleven days awake we were always on a knife bladeof sleep. Afraid, in the slack space of a blink it would be over. We portioned the hours like watchmen, served out our time on uncomfortable chairs. These were savage...
by Ivory Web | Aug 9, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
Spinning Plates My mother was mad as mercury,mad as a silken Disraeli stovepipehat hiding a gypsum-white rabbit. She once told me, the malt talking,that I wasn't her first born boy,there had been seminal drafts. She said that being pregnant was...
by Ivory Web | Aug 7, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
The LakeThere is a lake that freezesonce only in a lifetime. Too distantto be seen from shore althoughthe lake is small and could be shouted overon a day the wind is right. The centreholds an island, squat as a bronze bosson a silver shimmering shield. It is miles...
by Ivory Web | Aug 6, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
*sometimeshe sees a beast in the mirrorwith a horse's headhe confronts his hands–hooflike–blink it away, he rails*I well knowthe soft plop onto mattressa cat producessuch visits, from vile dimensions,a channeler learns to ignore*Spiros Zafiris is a...
