by Ivory Web | Feb 11, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
Reading RoomAn orange boiled sweet taken from it's cellophane wrapper and dropped. I look at the man, at the sweet, back at the man. He is a large man with limited motion. “Don't worry it's only a sweet”, he says. I leave it there on the dark...
by Ivory Web | Feb 10, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
No sense unsungReach out and touchThe sound of silenceSome kind of wonderfulSo hard to findIf you're alone nowFeel for the look of loveAll the songs know itLove can be blindBeware a touch too muchLikewise the hardest wordYou hear a symphonyBut life's off...
by Ivory Web | Feb 9, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
House of mis-dysfunctionThere was never enough love in this houselong stretches of silencebut I think I've figured it outThe sun only shines half of the timeand then the moon, a fraction of thatand then there's darkness…and there was never enough fun...
by Ivory Web | Feb 8, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
Breathe Breathe. Breathe in, breathe out.Those were the only thoughts that could run through her head as her heart felt as if it were being crushed within her. Damn it, when would she learn? She was constantly over extending herself and yet the...
by Ivory Web | Feb 6, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
SNAPS• I’m at Uni in Wales. Joan puts rollers in her hair and lies on the rug in front of the one bar fire to dry it. It takes forever and there’s a scorching smell. Elizabeth’s mother has sent her homemade Cornish pasties but they’re all...
by Ivory Web | Feb 5, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
For £5.45 An Hour Just a fucking cockroach of a womanwaving a pack of mince at me wailing ‘Get us another one,this one’s outer date!’ so I go the other end of the shop,get one and take it to her,she screeches ‘Argh, this one’s onlytil the tenf a Feb-roo-airy,aven’t...
