by Ivory Web | Feb 25, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
Night Rain in EmprosnerosFor once the mountains that peer down through the vine at uslike giant scientists, sheer aunts with pine-pocked octopus skin,vanished before nightfall behind a mat of tufting grey cloudwe reassured ourselves could not mean rain.But rain it...
by Ivory Web | Feb 24, 2011 | Prose & Poetry, Word & Image
A poem (with image) from our artist/poet in residence C. Albert. Flora the Poet The Meaning of Roundling With the edges of our eyes, we catch glimpses of roundlings peeking through windows. Gentle creatures, ready to bolt, fragile with dark...
by Ivory Web | Feb 23, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
Memory PlatesMemory plates glide over one another.Like two facing windows, a hall of mirrors:slow, shifting images – your infant...
by Ivory Web | Feb 22, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
Under the Counter Stroking fake furs convincing as cleverimpressionists, my hand is pricked bythe pine needle pelt of genuine mink.The coat is no peroxide starlet but ahooded, calf length defence againstproper winters. Petting it, I recall when‘a mink for the...
by Ivory Web | Feb 21, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
Listening to Charles IvesThe street vainly imitates a theatre,dropped pennies and reflectors footlight my walkthe rumble of a crowd gathers and storms.Beats rain down and hide in the gutter,rivulets form around the clutterof the pavement’s percussion...
by Ivory Web | Feb 21, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
Butter-coloured sky The snow fell all day. We rolled and rolledwhitenessdown the hill;a snowman our final victory. Snowflakes flew everywhere,spiralling against the butter-coloured sky,willing Spring beyond silence;birds broke into song.*...
