by Ivory Web | Jul 22, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
Via NegativaMy mother was not Christ, but she was spat at. My father was not Christ, but he didn’t always know this. The two of them met in a garden, but they were not Adam and Eve. And when my mother became pregnant, this was considered a miracle, and when pregnant...
by Ivory Web | Jul 20, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
October Elegy After the burial she walked with me,Where tall trees, standing in a clearSunlight, cast strict shadows acrossThe drive – a woman just past fifty,Elegant and gracious, lovely to see.”You came all the way from Maine, they say.You must have been very...
by Ivory Web | Jul 19, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
3. Better By Far By bus?Better by far a magic carpetfinely knotted, richerthan blood, broad enoughto keep the family together,islanded, apartfrom every danger,journeying swiftlyacross the unsegmented sky –not in the cauldron of summer,but in...
by Ivory Web | Jul 18, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
developersthe cracks in the memory of childhood summersare turning boot polish blackthe hillonce a site for a thousand tumblesthrough singing grassesnow lies barren: home to creeping machinesa mound of hopes gone sourthe two men who stand at the topsurveying a map of...
by Ivory Web | Jul 16, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
Les grandes vacances For a child, two months is an eternity. An eternity of watching the shape of clouds change: the ground sinks into my back, bugs tickle my arms and the afternoon stretches out. Look, here is a dolphin, here is a dragon. Here is a dog,...
by Ivory Web | Jul 15, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
The Night Lion Dust devils, scratchy wind, a boy who hearing things has got up and parted the tent flap, steps out to find himself in the court of the Night Lion. Neither sees the other well, the boy, well, he is sleepy and the...
