by Ivory Web | Sep 13, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
On My Wick Just sitting in your kitchenwith coffeeand knowing secretly thatall these thoughts are mine.I mean they’re all my own,no one else’s,which is goodand thereforemust be immortalised andforever emblazoned andnot allowed to beextinguished likesad old...
by Ivory Web | Sep 12, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
Pioneer Rods of light punch through the shingles and illuminate the doll’s face. Its blue eyes are clouded by dust. A spider’s web clings lash to lash and tethers the right eye half shut. Between the taut threads, drops of moisture shiver and slip down its...
by Ivory Web | Sep 11, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
Depth of SunsetThe depth of sunset pressures airshining like pearl and mother of pearlover the chrysalis water.The winds understand ages changing.Held aloft in the shape of my wantsI breathe as you breathefluttering numb like a diverwhile the green vastness...
by Ivory Web | Sep 10, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
The JumperMy mother could conjure a cardigan in a few days – the soft clicking of needles from the back room was the sound track to our lives. An incomprehensible pattern lay open on one arm of her chair, a pile of slaughtered Embassy nub ends in an ashtray on the...
by Ivory Web | Sep 6, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
Pursuit, Dublin My destroying angel has the genitalsof a man and a fickle heart.On Grafton Street the shoppersabsorb him without a shriek. Laceless shoes, ringless fingers—nothing to slow my gait,though if he’s manly, he’s a fair wind—I erode by...
by Ivory Web | Sep 4, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
Exposure I keep scraps of memories in the form of gig tickets, dress labels, paper wristbands and stuff. I sort through them every now and again and stick them in this book. In doing this one day, I came across a photograph. These days...
