by Ivory Web | May 25, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
Remote LifeI was for a moment called out of my ghost lifeby your text message on my mobile,I was sitting at the table watching TVlooking at a remote control there by my hand…they were four really, the remote controls,the old one for the TVto still switch it on and off...
by Ivory Web | May 24, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
Insomniaworst, the potassium flashes; electric questions crackle;numbered doubts on tickets, in chest-press black,Progress Papers for this pilgrim to solve before the bell; the invigilator’s foot-steps will stop.It’s the shutting out, short-circuiting news,the haunt...
by Ivory Web | May 23, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
Family Album
On the scan you are tiny – a whiteness
in a dark sky. Your breath steams in patches,
ghost white strokes on the photograph.
(I want to step into the picture to see what happens.
I want to go between the blackness and the clouds).
You stitched...
by Ivory Web | May 23, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
Roman Holiday BluesMy first visit to St Peter’s Square was cut short by a volcanic eruption. I’d been remembering a scene from Roman Holiday at the time, the one with the Mouth of Truth. First the ground shook. Then Princess Anya pointed to the purple sky....
by Ivory Web | May 22, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
Presence And here too, in the place that loved you back,your absence grows; in the guillotine of green-house glass, in a trellis slung from the hips of a rose.The sun hangs in an empty feeder, which jigs and birlson the cherry tree, a web spans tongue to heel...
by Ivory Web | May 20, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
Dead CrabsIt was you who noticed themand placed the first dead crab(no larger than a ten pence coin)in my palm.Its legs were tucked under its shelland one pincer was missing.The tide had left hundreds of themscattered across the bay.We took a token dozen to buryand...
