by Ivory Web | Jan 13, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
Pipistrelle He had forgotten how to walk,the child they found roostingupside down in the cave depths,cauled in silence and darkness,arms folded across his chest. For years he had gleaned beetlesfrom the chamber floor, snaffledmoths and mosquitoes in...
by Ivory Web | Jan 12, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
My Life as a Dog.At first I preferred the ones that sprung out whenI lifted lids. The bright flashbulbs of wildgarlic; the fairground ride of engine oil.Opening the gate to a gardenfull of roses was like stepping insidea warm shower. There are still times when...
by Ivory Web | Jan 10, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
Coffee CupHis fingers traced His fingers danced His fingers teased slowly around the wide brim, and as we sat there, just the two of us, I became increasingly disturbed. How could one so… unsophisticated be sitting there with me? There we were, the two Nymphomaniacs,...
by Ivory Web | Jan 9, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
A River with No Shore“It is time,” mama says. I hang up the phone, my mind a blur of regrets. Regret for losing my temper with him the last time I visited. Regret for not caring for him as mama and my brother had done. Regret for not living up to his high...
by Ivory Web | Jan 8, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
New Year Resolution I vow not to waste my time on eBay.I will forgo the bale of twentyEgyptian Cotton towels, in varioussizes, eschew all Jasperwareand onyx , stifle my cravingfor kitchenalia, especially teapotsand, though it’s hard, the satin underwearmy...
by Ivory Web | Jan 6, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
R.S.V.P.I am writing to invite youto commemorate the first anniversary of our dead;we will provide cake and whisky,you the sombre tone. The gathering will start promptly at eight,and dress will be black tie. Respect isthe theme of the evening. However, we plan for the...
