by Ivory Web | Aug 5, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
Dear Samaritans, I’m writing this to let you know that everything’s ok now The last time we spoke I was smearing the red flag of myself around the tub; the bottle & knife clinking in my hand. I mentioned that since I was a child I have...
by Ivory Web | Aug 4, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
The Night They Turned Off the Street Lights in Our Town five thousand pink-footed geese landedin the cemetery grounds,crowded on wings of angels,gaggled on ledges in front of coloured glass,pulled grass between gravestones. Sand martins circling the...
by Ivory Web | Aug 3, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
WindAs he often does, Helen’s 80 year old father had decided not to speak to her for the whole day. This time the old man’s silence has irritated and upset her so, after supper, she leaves the house to walk the promenade in the dark air to settle...
by Ivory Web | Aug 1, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
Exhibit 'A'The McGillivray barnbefore the family murders:To the right you can make outthe timbered stalls, the chaffscattered across the stone floorand at the far endthe open double doors;then, you may noticethe recycled iron hooks hammeredinto the central...
by Ivory Web | Jul 31, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
For Sale: Memory for a Song My grandparents’ house has been sold and moved to a remote corner in the left hemisphere of my brain, but Chopin’s Nocturne in e minor has never left my fingers. My cousin lost her alphabet, the evil joker Stroke erased the...
by Ivory Web | Jul 30, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
Puppet The instant of absolute helplessness when the flash of revolving lights appears in the rear view mirror or when you’re lying naked on the white sanitized tissue stretched across the green exam table and the doctor commands you to roll over on your side, knees...
