by Ivory Web | May 22, 2009 | Prose & Poetry
first impressions i probably didn’t give a great first impressionslimy and wailing ‘n’ that kind of shit.i don’t think my impressions have improvedmy wailing is just a bit more eloquent.* Alexander J. Allison
by Ivory Web | May 21, 2009 | Prose & Poetry
THROUGH THE WINDOW Now the growing months are hereI can see the added beauty of this tree,it blocks out the neighboursand frowns at the clematiscreeping, invading, but makingapologies with delicate pinks. I've hung the voile with blue tulipsit looks good...
by Ivory Web | May 20, 2009 | Prose & Poetry
COLOUR MY MOVIE MISS NIAH FROM MARSSettings, dialogue, characterisation and special effects are of a low order; but even their modest unreality has its charm. There is really no fault in this film that one would like to see eliminated. Everything, in its way, is quite...
by Ivory Web | May 19, 2009 | Prose & Poetry
Stolen ThingsWaiting in a wooden forestwhere rain tips you here and there,you read the trees like you might read booksand wonder: What right have text booksto worry me?I hold my hands and kiss themgrateful for all the writing with the wooden pencils in the wooden...
by Ivory Web | May 18, 2009 | Prose & Poetry
Today we have a poem by Roberta Swetlow in a relatively new and novel form – an octologue. This was invented by Pat Gomes and consists of eight line stazas, with syllables arranged: 3,5,3,3,5,3,3,3 and with each line capped. For more information see the Octologue...
by Ivory Web | May 15, 2009 | Prose & Poetry
And there will come a time And there will come a timewhen the sheets will ride up into one,you and he, meeting again,melting like rain, taking a hand in a hand and putting steps in a soiltoo soft to remember you,yet he is saying something that you will...
