by Ivory Web | Sep 3, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
The Unofficial History of Fast Food The witches of Salemwere flame broiledon a sesame seedbun while you went through the drive-thrudemanding extras packetsof ketchup. The citizens of Dresden weredeep friedalive and I won't tell youof the...
by Ivory Web | Sep 1, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
Taxi Driver I remember the trainand the cab that I caught,the train because of the meal that I had,too many plates, the tiniest portions,the cab because of the driver I had. I could see in the mirror his eyesoar to the side of its socket,a hummingbird...
by Ivory Web | Aug 30, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
With the bank holiday weekend in the UK fizzling out under a rain cloud, this next piece pretty much sums up every miserable wet-weekend disco we've ever been too…A reason to stay inMen glance across the room as they wait at the bar to order a drinkWomen...
by Ivory Web | Aug 27, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
PolkadotsShe tosses polka dots over her shoulders, red and white voices giggling to strangers, “yoo-hoo cutie!” One false eyelash ready to pounce, one blue eye covering brown on the lookout. Bright pouty pouty lips pursed in thoughtful sexiness. Lemons are...
by Ivory Web | Aug 25, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
NO KNIFE NEEDEDNo knife needed to cut and slash,or heated iron to burn the flesh,in memory’s blast the mind recoiled.Flayed beneath history’s lash,recall loss and failure and fash about the past. Life is uncoiled,shredded, no knife needed.* G W...
by Ivory Web | Aug 24, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
Ensign I heard your voiceas it hitched a rideon the coat-tailsof summer. At its slow inflectiona world unfurled,bobbed likea painted sail. I cast off nowin fear of the edgeand in expectationof New England. Fathomed or landedon this squall’s fair...
