by Ivory Web | Jul 29, 2011 | Prose & Poetry, Word & Image
your eye protects the soft-toed snowdrop I tether the thin white legs with a finger of soft soil a scraggling, harboured by worms *Poem by Helen Pletts whose two collections, Bottle bank and For the chiding dove, are both published by YWO/Legend...
by Ivory Web | Jul 28, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
LotusIn our palms, small talismans. In our palms, small found objects: a photo, a gemstone, a discarded note. Hand to hand we pass back and forth these tokens as substitutes for love. Here we do not mention the cold — our words are only for our...
by Ivory Web | Jul 27, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
That Goat Man So you have a goat do you, a strange animal that cuts your grass with relentless teeth and smells like ten goats.And then, when the grass can go no lower,he’s into the purple vetch,and the dandelions and even the garden itselfwhen he can squeeze his...
by Ivory Web | Jul 26, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
For YouThe grocery clerk turns redas my wife yells at mesomething about not enough money.But, I don't reacttill we get back to the carthen we have at it.See,I don't like arguing in publicthat's just what the people wantsomething to talk about at homesome...
by Ivory Web | Jul 25, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
I’s NotebookThere are a lot of cities I would like not to remember. To talk of them as if they weren’t. As if those cities had not existed before. There has to be a hole in the membrane of memory this way. Through which these places can escape into the atmosphere and...
by Ivory Web | Jul 24, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
RepairsGrit dust lifts in a dry wind blown over the ruin’s stones,Corkscrews in clouds of white pepper, rattles into the closed vanAnd my eyes as I work at the repairs.Everything in the yard is broken; engines cracked like finger bones,Locks twisted like the snapped...
