by Ivory Web | Jun 10, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
OutWashing up, you might be reaching for the next plate when you hear a noise. You pause. You hear it again, a creaking. You dry your hands. On the porch under stars an empty chair rocks. Were this a movie you'd see the rockers in close-up. But you've watched...
by Ivory Web | Jun 9, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
Crack in the Asphaltthe road to the centre of the villagethe aberration of light in the lens of a transparent leafmakes all contours lose their meaningsbetween the hammer of the sunlightand the meat of clay delivered by the crack in the asphaltthe fracture of the...
by Ivory Web | Jun 7, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
No Way People in this world look at things mistakenly, and think that what they do not understand must be the void. This is not the true void. It is...
by Ivory Web | Jun 6, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
Poet's BestiaryAttempting to hammer some live thing out of the words,black and white, green, it hangs on the feeder. ●A sentence better not to have set free, it curlsand plays dead, v on its neck, forked...
by Ivory Web | Jun 5, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
When a Beauty outlives her looks. The TV tolls her death at 79.Jogs our memory about her brace of Oscars,emphasises the ‘Dame’ but footnotes the genius of her face,and the barmaid’s dirty laugh as she guzzled gin and gorged on gateau in the 21 club. Front...
by Ivory Web | Jun 4, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
Broken WindowsAll this and not ordinary, not unordered in not resembling.The difference is spreading. —Gertrude Stein (Tender Buttons)Stein and Picasso would sit by the window and watch the street scenes.“Gertrude,” Picasso would say, “the windows are windows, but art...
