by Ivory Web | May 9, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
(new recruit)curled uphe blows into his handsthought deserts were hotand traded his gloves on the plane(fried lunch)catfish greasedrips on my jeansreminder of my mother's love*Corey Hutchins has her master’s degree in Renaissance literature from the University of...
by Ivory Web | May 8, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
Little blue egg In bed of grass and twigs, Little blue egg liesWith siblings four or five. To the side of gravel road,Little blue egg lostAnd plucked from home. From trunk and branches high Little blue egg paintedIn shades of darker sky. Little...
by Ivory Web | May 6, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
BlackworkA type of embroidery which dates from the sixteenth centuryA broken heartBackstitched on a linen sleeve in black;The dye corroded, like my love, the threads Which held us worn away. You take your leave. You take your leave.I count the weary days in lengths of...
by Ivory Web | May 5, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
1BrenhildaThe river-sun whitens the birch wood trunks.
I lie as foreign as coloured glass amidst the mossy greens,
shadows of birds flying across my skin.
Shushing leaves fill the sky with the rush of the sea,
and above my closed eyes
the clouds become boats filled...
by Ivory Web | May 4, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
Shoeboxes One day my father gave me an empty shoebox. “That’s love,” he said and I said, “Thanks, Dad,” and immediately went away to look for secret compartments. Finding none and being unable to decipher anything significant in the writing on the box I soon...
by Ivory Web | May 2, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
PrescriptionI’m recommending Heartsease to stillthe tear that rolls,the brain that churns,the springing cry in the chest that waitsas if in ambush.If the Furies have your scentyou must need mercy – that strain of mercy that Athena metes out with her scales, her...
