by Ivory Web | Oct 8, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
Flying Room Eighteen budgies – one for each of my years, and all named after their colours – live in The Cage That Dad Built. It’s not your average two-perches-up-two-down affair; it's better, all wood and chicken wire and proper branches. And space. Real...
by Ivory Web | Oct 7, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
Pizza HeartSquat ellipsoid of dough.Yeasty, pummelled, elastic.You knuckle into it,it takes the dimpled kneadingof your need,you twirl it thin and wide, ridiculous dervish.Into the fire with it.Delicious.Starfish Heartswabs dead cellsfrom the jungle gym of my ribsas...
by Ivory Web | Oct 5, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
The Child Poet Revisited When I was sevenThey took my wordsAnd mounted themOn purple card. I gave themA picture of a dragon,A swarm of moths,A coloured box. They said:“That’s very good,Now go and doSomething else.” * I kept it upIn little books,...
by Ivory Web | Oct 4, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
HOMAGE TO REZNIKOFFIn a cold spotbehind the gardento the all-night cafethe snow remains:it doesn't meansnow will blanketthe sidewalk all the wayto the station;it will remain, unseenby the Sunday sleepers.# # # # #THE KITCHENYou can see into the kitchen, narrow,...
by Ivory Web | Oct 3, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
Recipe For Men In saucepan melt butter, add men & chopped onion.Fry on high heat for 2-3 minutes. Add herbs, vegetables & garlic and fry men again for a further 2 minutes before removing from heat. Stir in flour and blend with fork. Return men to...
by Ivory Web | Oct 1, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
Verticruising I step in the lift but hear footsteps behind me. I hold down the button to hold the door open. A man is just about to enter the lift when the doors to the lift opposite open. He stops and looks over his shoulder at the empty lift. He smiles at me....
