by Ivory Web | Jan 26, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
Lost Roads 11.3.2009 I’m reading about lost Roman roads in a back issue of Smithsonian when a man and a woman come into the waiting room. She’s sixtyish, her hair an unconvincing auburn; his hair and beard are an honest white, but his face less lined than...
by Ivory Web | Jan 24, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
Childhood Thoughts from a Boat Damp with Pacific breath, my pillowis lit by a fringe of moon. A sequence of waves from a departing boat sloshesagainst the hull and jars the closet door open. Bells chime along the bougainvillea-tangledhill that juts above the...
by Ivory Web | Jan 21, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
Maybe One Day You stand in the mirror every morning and ask yourself why. You pristinely apply your make up and do your hair. With each step you take out of the house you question the monotony of your existence – the gods have offered you no opportunity. I...
by Ivory Web | Jan 20, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
MUSIC musicnever lets me downI can play itwhenever I wishand switch it offwhen I want towithout it complaining it relaxes meI can playa certain CDwithout all the othersgetting jealousand I don'thave to buy them drinksbefore they'llgive me...
by Ivory Web | Jan 19, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
In Red and White You could helter-skelter down their columns on a rug or tray,pretend they’re giant sticks of rock in red and white -slice through their middles and you’d surely findthe names of places where they stand:Strumble, Needles, Bardsey, Portland...
by Ivory Web | Jan 18, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
Selling poems to Indians When I sold the poemsthe Indians gave me wampum.‘Hang on a tick,’ I said,‘that doesn’t go down a bundlein Tesco’s. I’d rather other currency.If money is outwhat abouta night or threein your tepee? Hours of exotic redskin...
