by Ivory Web | Jun 5, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
DESERT BED The alkaline white histories are as permanent as anyone gets, bone pure, salt cured, and the bike rides like a hot spider on the back of a burning deck, and all the sea is white cream fire, and the outskirts of Las Vegas recede into the blood...
by Ivory Web | Jun 4, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
The Invisible Fuguer It wasn’t meant to be this wedding serviceon the cliffs above the...
by Ivory Web | Jun 3, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
HollandYou wrote a poem. About Brigitte Fontaine. Hollandwas in there, somewhere. Later though you removed it, you thought Arnhem a better fit, there wasn’t enough bite in Holland, for you wanted something harder, with something harsh at the...
by Ivory Web | Jun 2, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
DressmakingThey might have thought she was dead,the sailors, as they docked opposite her door, as if some trick of the light would dupe them into seeing her propped in a black box by the stove, but truly she’d bedictating stitches whilst they crossedthe quay tilting...
by Ivory Web | May 31, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
in the rainall the lost pieces of her lifeline the alleyway in Bercy:a slot machine rocking horse, barrels of beersquare planters with shrubsshe shakes her head. this isn’t right.above her, unholy clouds threatento let loose their wares.a river of urine trickles past...
by Ivory Web | May 31, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
Bondage I once knew a woman who was Houdini’s opposite. No hands, unaided, she had taught herself to gagher wants with masking tape, shackle her feet,bind her own wrists in the manner of famous sadists. She was a smouldering starlet, a five pointed...
