by Ivory Web | Jun 14, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
A Plea to Saint WilgefortisAs you know, the hair on my face is dark,it downs my cheek, forests my upper lip, my jaw. As you must surely know, I tried creams, they fetched a rash and the hair sprang back.I’ve never considered myself a freak, just hairier than most,...
by Ivory Web | Jun 12, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
The Fond Farewell.The hour marches on defiantly,like a small child, stamping.She shows me into herparlour. What a time beaten name for a room.The air is thick with emptiness. I have to swim my way throughand I wash up next to my fatherin his Sunday Best.His skin...
by Ivory Web | Jun 11, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
Alone One day I had the seaupon my heart.Like a cold tongue,on my heartthe sea. And I was far from you, my mother.And you were far from me,sailing on a bannerless wind. There were no roots waitingunder the earth,no trees above the earth.And the sea licked at my...
by Ivory Web | Jun 10, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
Eyeball Prayer Thank you, Lord, for my marvelous eyes;blue orbs that never witness sleeves creepingfrom laundry baskets, or see windows smudgedby kitty noses. Eyes, that transform pilesof books on the dresser into odd shaped flowersblooming beneath the mirror,...
by Ivory Web | Jun 9, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
ConstellationsWhen I dream of escape, I see a pathfrom country to countryfrom woman to womanlike those lines which make starsbecome ploughs or hunters;when I dream of this routethat draws itselfit is of life’s end that I dream,from where the path, inexistent...
by Ivory Web | Jun 8, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
Terror in the Death CampShe was eighteen, and still a young eighteen, even for 1970. Here in the death camp for the first time. In the terrifying lounge. The room next to the guards' watch-station. They called themselves nurses, but she knew the reality of it. Why...
