by Ivory Web | May 1, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
In Jim Ede’s house Kettles Yard, Cambridge Your walls are twenty different shades of snowas sound and light get filtered into stillness.Eighty-three thin stones duet with their reflectionson the Bechstein’s lid like shells spread outon beaches at the end of...
by Ivory Web | Apr 30, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
The point in crying over spilt coffeeThe way he slurped his scolding coffee,through hesitant, quivering lips.The way the handle could only accommodate onebrown, square,finger, that couldn’t quite balance the load.The way his coffee always ended up on his chin,...
by Ivory Web | Apr 29, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
Mrs Myers Squat, with a trace of a moustache, you crinkle currant eyes as you hand back my essay about foolish Othello on a sticky lemon afternoon. Stumpy, hair bristling with brains, in a voice like burnt toast you broadcast no-nonsense advice to the...
by Ivory Web | Apr 28, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
Purple and TealNever offer your seat to an old womanuntil you’ve inspectedher wolf-grey hair for splashes of purple in front,or streaks of teal at back,the existence of which should alert you to the danger of assuming too much about aging—gratitude leavened with...
by Ivory Web | Apr 27, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
Salamander The jewelled eyes and rainbow-coloured skin’swhat caught my interest. I watched for agesfrom the corners of my eyes and creptupon it carefully, declared nopositive intent, until it saw me. So I took it home and taught it all I knewof colour,...
by Ivory Web | Apr 26, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
A Black Bag of Redundant Teddy Bears Each father’s day we’d hand to himthree cards and a Worlds Best Dad teddy bear.An award we never believed.It was mother fulfilling her role-ever dutiful, eternally damned-maybe hoping one dayhe’d wake, untangledfrom the...
