by Ivory Web | Dec 21, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
TightsSunday dinner at the in-laws’ house. The heat was unbearable, the newspaper said that it was hotter in the West Midlands than it is in Rio, Brazil. My wife helped her mother in the kitchen while I sank into the sticky leather sofa, slipping between the cushions,...
by Ivory Web | Dec 20, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
The Downs Getting out of town for the daywas disappointing what with the chewed up grassthe sun like honey in porridgeand the high point that never came into view. Some bloke was setting up an aerialout of the boot of his caras though signalling for help,...
by Ivory Web | Dec 19, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
THE MOUNTAIN HEAD In the mountainsstraight up aheadimagine snowas gray hair andas the snow fallsin the mountainsthe gray hair growsand grows and spreadsthroughout the headof the mountain.Its white braids seemlike foam and themountain head feelsso cold and old.*...
by Ivory Web | Dec 18, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
As you wake on the salt of another shore I stand in the garden with the car fob,Announcing the song of automation;That bird which talks fatigue itself out of the belly of night,Waves the small image of early morning grey into shining. Somewhere golden offers...
by Ivory Web | Dec 17, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
The Flight Feathers’ TaleAn autumn trip. Inside the house of numerous gardens. A passage indoors. Across a hall of mirrors. A walk in is a walk out. A concave one into a convex one. Dependent. On whether you breathe in or breathe out, as if you have not quite...
by Ivory Web | Dec 16, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
Roadside colours Pink, purple sunset colours,Now autumnal yellow, brown.Slowly fading:Sun-wrought transmutation. He’d worshipped that star.Bronzed skin andA girl on each armHis laurel wreath. Mimicking Mercury his nemesis:Chariot overturned, smashed,Its...
