by Ivory Web | Feb 7, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
early Septemberand the day was breathing out the lastof summer’s unimportant failuresand a bird dropped, suddenly, from the sky;it looked like the shadow of a tiny parachutista man jumped on the bus and askedif anyone could split a twentyfor two tens; we’re all skinta...
by Ivory Web | Feb 6, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
Diet PillsMy ex girlfriend came over to my house, it had been several years and 40lbs after our break up. She's trying to loose weight with stimulant diet pills. After we catch up on old times and visit for a while we go back to my room. I lay on the bed and...
by Ivory Web | Feb 6, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
A selection of three short pieces for you on a Sunday morning…The Hourglass The glass drips with sandContinuouslyTime wastedTime spent* Paula Jordan says “I hail from Dublin, Ireland. I love tea and chocolate digestives. My motto in life always laugh...
by Ivory Web | Feb 5, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
Experimental CookingI add a splash of California wineto the volcanic brine of the fava beansand they relax their waft of cuminto chime an octave lowerlike faraway damp forest floors.I pass by your door where I hearthe whale of your larynx rumble home.I turn down the...
by Ivory Web | Feb 5, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
Loch Ness MonsterWe were watching the green fireworksrise and fall over the Northumberland Straitwhen you told me that you didn’t knowhow much time you had left. We were drunk at the time, and I left it at that. Drunk talk. It happensto the best of us. But now,...
by Ivory Web | Feb 3, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
The Little DeerLittle deer, I’ve stuffed all the world’s diseases inside you.Your veins are thornsand the good cells are lost in the deep dark woodsof your organs.As for your spine, those cirrus-thin vertebraeevaporate when the sun comes out.Little deer too delicate...
