by Ivory Web | Apr 19, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
Spring Snow keeps falling though April’s begun. The city is buried while we sleep in our beds and the council’s run out of molasses and grit. People move through the streets like hospital patients out for a smoke or a breath of fresh air,the onset of chilblains...
by Ivory Web | Apr 16, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
Hydrating the entire stationThank you to whoever broke up with the sky. Had I some cookie dough to feed it, I would. For now I’m going to celebrate the heartbreak of the heavens and the death of an individual. Footprints washed up in pavement flooded. Now worms...
by Ivory Web | Apr 15, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
City CampusTo make a square of glass in the corner of a windowgo to the corner, draw vertical and horizontallines from the bottom right corner of a square – set into the top left corner of the windowuntil the lines reach the opposite edge of the whole paneat the...
by Ivory Web | Apr 14, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
Dead Trees of Coole ParkOn a silent Sunday take me to Coole Park where the dead trees whisperTo where the people of letters sleep Etched letter by letter, vandals of the word speak in this cemetery of autographsBone-coldThe air is silent and still awash with the...
by Ivory Web | Apr 12, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
A Land of PagodasThis is a land of pagodas. Everywhereyou turn, you’re faced with another.They are where the gods live, just handyfor the bazaar, so that they can come downfrom their high places to fetch bananasand coconut milk. They do not have to pay.For who would...
by Ivory Web | Apr 10, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
Those of usThose of us who were out last night planting beans in the sunwho were woken by a seabirddrumming on the roof of the cabinand found the pitch of the boat had loosened while we were asleep,those whose hands remember the warmth of an eggbefore it cooledhave...
