by Ivory Web | Jun 12, 2009 | Prose & Poetry
8 ‘til 8My mate Mickey’s first motor was a beat-up two-tone chocolate brown 1970s Marina & we had to stuff the headlights with loft insulation as they splayed out at weird angles so the road ahead wasn't lit up too well but you could see what was in the...
by Ivory Web | Jun 10, 2009 | Prose & Poetry
Her sister's wedding.The sex was clumsy, fumbled, awkward and prolonged, or at least itmight have been if they were not suddenly interrupted by the powerbeing restored and the fluorescent light above them flickeringstutteringly back and flooding the room. He had...
by Ivory Web | Jun 9, 2009 | Prose & Poetry
Capacity Smoothing off-white, recycled, 50 pound text I linger as familiar passages pull me back into a story I’ve never really left and my eyes trace the hook of a serif...
by Ivory Web | Jun 4, 2009 | Prose & Poetry
Bullet-Proof VestBullet-proof vest cannot prevent the envy of friends –Their hatred, betrayal – which leads to stabs at the backIt is helpless when rivals badmouth and murder one’s characterNeither can it prevent the plan to extinct oneBy colleagues at work, concealed...
by Ivory Web | Jun 3, 2009 | Prose & Poetry
When You’re Frightened, Honey, Think of Strawberries She remembers now what she was told when she was small: When you’re frightened, Honey, think of strawberries.So she does. She’s been thinking about them ever since he started talking. While his words bite her...
by Ivory Web | Jun 2, 2009 | Prose & Poetry
Closed CircuitShe's crossed the yellow line, her hands clenched by her sides. Her suede shoes are spotted with raindrops, her short dress clings wrinkled to her thighs. On the black-and-white security video you can't see the colour of her...
