by Ivory Web | Jun 22, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
Le Cheval Bleuwhose sky was once the colour of walls, of iron bars,leapt up over the high gateto explore the airthe amaze of up there so far —blueskying ...
by Ivory Web | Jun 21, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
Twice Baked PotatoesI come home andyou are makingtwice-baked potatoes andit smellsso homely andso wholesome andyou turn round andwipeyour hands on your trousers andwe have a potato-scented kiss andwe pour red wine andI slosh it about a bit andpretend to be like Oz...
by Ivory Web | Jun 19, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
With the historic Saville Inquiry into the Bloody Sunday shootings in Northern Ireland in 1972 published earlier this week, we have a timely reflection here on those events…One Sunday Every Sunday teatime, the same:salad or sandwiches, tinned fruit, tinned...
by Ivory Web | Jun 17, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
Freezer BurnThe husband hunts down his biggest calamities; tiptoes upon them. A shotgun never whispers, he's quick to comment. Ties them to his car and heads back.Parts will be jerky for his kids to chew on. Some his wife will stew or bake into pies...
by Ivory Web | Jun 16, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
Fighting for AirI know Despair and she knows me. We first met as I worked, in Hope, as the ground became harder and my tools became blunter. I worked. I said “this is...
by Ivory Web | Jun 15, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
Chloe’s PantoumThe summer we carried the puppies up the garden.Four cousins, each with their own damp handfulof fur, paw tongue. The animal smell.We knelt in the grass to make them beds.Four cousins, each with their own damp handful:Chloe, Lady, Duke and the runt.We...
