by Ivory Web | Nov 14, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
Parade of brides The Baltic Sea is my goal. I drive to the end of Europe, where the land melts step by step until it is only waves. First love is like a faith. We believed so much and we knew so little. Bob Dylan twangs on the car stereo and the wheels drink...
by Ivory Web | Nov 11, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
Angela Greynor, Recently Gone Walking through the door,I know this isn’t our kitchen. Your phone is on the counter,my coat hung up on the back door. Maybe I can’t recognise, not anymore.It’s warm as I look down; an apple crumble is browning in our...
by Ivory Web | Nov 9, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
from Mouth17.Slow, dumb, wordless music of the mouth,that pursing, twisting, indrawing of the lipsI know so well from a lifewatching your face before I speak.What can I say, white rose,knowing that you’ve guessed alreadywhat I’m about to ask or claimor even observe on...
by Ivory Web | Nov 8, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
Abundance1.Pinched back, propped upoverripe tomatoesstar kiss fuzzed vines.Red cranial orbstelecommunicatinggelatinous pink thoughts –bite me . . bite me.2.Tired cornstalks, picked cleanplay straight men toseedy cabaret headliners:Cosmos! ...
by Ivory Web | Nov 7, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
On The Verge Of AutumnI'd seen her about town often enough – pleasingly plump, neatly dressed, with snow-white hair that belied her age, and such blue eyes. And now we were sharing a store front over-hang against the sudden downpour. She must have been about...
by Ivory Web | Nov 6, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
My First Real Winter The rain beat down in double timeIn comparison to the metronome like dripOf droplets in stainless steel pansSmoke casts shadows over lined paperAsh falls like snow flakes, settling gentlyElegies scratched deep into the table surfaceRemind us...
