by Ivory Web | Feb 18, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
Off the Beaten Track A pheasant scutters through the undergrowth and Rufus gives chase. He plunges into the bracken, tail tip waving like a flag, then disappears. I shout, whistle, follow the trail of trampled foliage through the trees. Rufus howls and I find him...
by Ivory Web | Feb 16, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
The Only Brunette on the BeachThe only brunette on the beach,I keep a safe distance from the sun,my eye on the smalt-blue seawhere the Kraken sleeps.Adamastor holds his stormy breath.The Flying Dutchman lies becalmed.Perhaps he has no wish for harbour here, now, after...
by Ivory Web | Feb 12, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
French PolishA morsel of cokebetween manicured fingersnails polishedau naturelfor a botox generationpink as a Botticelli bottomwith a bone white tip and moon # # # # # # Old Etonian Recipe In an insulated atmosphere, siftblue blood, old gold, new media,...
by Ivory Web | Feb 11, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
The SnowboyNo.What to make of what’s becoming nothing more than a mound of snow? The one where he takes a thick grief from its hook, and wears it out to step intoa freezer, and the glowsinges his eyes. For hoursthe sky wavers over blues, to rest back on a transitory...
by Ivory Web | Feb 10, 2011 | Prose & Poetry, Word & Image
Ink Sweat and Tears is very pleased to welcome our new artist/poet in residence, C. Albert. C. Albert is a collage artist and poet based in the United States, and this is what she says about her practice: ‘As a child, I often wrote plays and performed...
by Ivory Web | Feb 9, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
Slice In the belly of the coal firesizzling amongst the red and orange flamesis a slice from a sheep shedsquared to the size of a piece of bread,a pink liver shaken by an iron hand. Just that afternoon her fingers had been teatson which the school lamb suckled...
