by Ivory Web | Apr 13, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
FoodFood crumbs and tins on the kitchen floor. You look down at your feet. You revolve, clockwork body shifting your skirt.. The mice scurry out, tempted to dance with you. But you are too intimidating and you have started creaking. You don’t smell the waffle burning...
by Ivory Web | Apr 12, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
(Please) Don’t Walk On The Wet Floor, EdgarFlat back, eyes up — then I shall cross the ceiling — you must watch it dry first — then you mustn't first wash it — sit up and listen, Edgar — take my pulse, if you wish — you are a household name.Chairs move close, eyes...
by Ivory Web | Apr 12, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
Dormouse It woke me up, first tipping a coffee cup over in its saucer while slipping through the barred window in the kitchen, next flipping over a wooden herb pot with ‘DILL’ scored in black lettering on its way from windowsill to the shelf above the hotplate...
by Ivory Web | Apr 9, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
Stealing DucksThe night farm was churningeverything over, grinding its teeth—darkness produced in hidden looms,spun through wriggling bobbins.You said we should get on with it,or expect to be caught. At the gatewe had seen a set of sleeping jaws.It was the year’s...
by Ivory Web | Apr 8, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
If There Were WaterDirty and battered, a white van bumps and grinds along the track. Its driver, probably on his way home from a few beers in the village and a trip to the local builder’s yard, veers first one way then the other to avoid the deepest ruts. At this hour...
by Ivory Web | Apr 7, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
The dog at the FuneralThe dog was unusually quiet,in fact he was out of character.As we prayed the rosary, he watched us loop the beads without snappingin his usual unholy manner.My grandmother played the part of the corpse;she wore an imitation silk shroud,printed...
