by Ivory Web | Jun 2, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
The ManifestationThe verb make abandons the hearton my tongue, of sorts, unspoken and bizarre.Tchaikovsky said: In matters of love,words are not necessary. He spoke these words and with themconjured this idea that I now layagainst your rib cage. It carries the...
by Ivory Web | Jun 1, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
HarpistMore animal than angel, that lookin his eyes; kestrel, say – the way, hunched forwardon the small wooden stool,he might have caught sightof something far beyond our vision,suddenly borne upby those flurrying, horn-hard fingers.Summer BruisesThey would come up...
by Ivory Web | May 31, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
St MarksJeane, The Headstone Huntress, reminded me of my one visit to the Drawing Room of Europe, St. Mark's Square in Venice. What fixed it in my then 12-year-old brain were not the pigeons, Campanile, or the gilt facade of the Doges' Palace, but (as it was a...
by Ivory Web | May 29, 2011 | Prose & Poetry, Word & Image
YoungThe yarrow, the bulrush, the burdockthe long-stemmed wheatgrass, a single irisleaning like one of the paparazzifor an exclusive front page shot line the path either side of a girl runningas though she might be dreaming she escapesthe applause of a crowd round the...
by Ivory Web | May 28, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
Pinochet’s GardenPunctured gasps of bog cotton in the marsh by the streamonly he knew the way through. He liked his knowledge.He had the gardeners dowse selected plants on the hour,every hour, calibrating which were the last to droop. He admired cacti for their...
by Ivory Web | May 27, 2011 | Prose & Poetry, Word & Image
Alchemy Your face like a kitten, small in the morning, where two commas mark a smile broad enough to section the heart of a lamband turn a pressed coin of copper the likeness of aurum. Was it a fool’s morning, that set me bright on my way my ventricles...
