by Ivory Web | Apr 25, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
proserpinei eat her lungs, in a dream,while she lies beside me. no,not eat, but inhale out of her body. she says: i am tired.she says: i am tired, and thenwe lie in a bed and talk, talknonsense – as if we kneweach other. her hair is colourless.her hair is colourless,...
by Ivory Web | Apr 24, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
HomeI offer to cook you an egg, at least:that’s something I can do. Okayyou say, the bent nape of your neck facing meyour thinking fingers searching over the keyboard.So I find a pan, let water pour inthumb the lighter to light the heat so the water can set to...
by Ivory Web | Apr 23, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
Easter Saturday, Hyde ParkWinter’s piggy-backing spring, squeezing ribswith icy thighs, scoring her pale hauncheswith his whistling crop. Pigeons are downedby rat-a-tat hail, sheltering their patesas brittle as biscuit or Eucharist host,dazed from the air turning...
by Ivory Web | Apr 22, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
The GardenerThis time of year again –
doing the work we must bend to or kneel,
like the man rising at evening
from the furrows he’s been digging all day,
his hands muddy with planting,
patting the earth tenderly into place
around each nameless seed.
Along the lane,...
by Ivory Web | Apr 21, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
Constable becomes BanksyThe sun shines,swans are gliding the riverwhich runs through,soft, silent and true,and this fine spring daycould be a John Constable,with me, strolling in the canvas.As I walk I smell the freshnessof a newly painted barge,and...
by Ivory Web | Apr 20, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
A Touch Of Redbud Spring reconciles the hillside,and recalls her elegance. Bitter arms mellow, and budinto magenta tufts snatched from nestling in deep winterpockets. She pardons her branches through dazzlingcelebrity crowds of dogwood, and...
