by Ivory Web | May 13, 2009 | Prose & Poetry
IT IS FOUR IN THE MORNINGIt is four in the morning againI am awakeThe darkness is closingI had been dozingNow it is four in the morning again.I half remember dreamsWhere you were aliveI want to return to themBut I have awoken, reality has spokenIt is four in the...
by Ivory Web | May 12, 2009 | Prose & Poetry
Blind Date”I've never been on a blind date,” I state,feeling a mixture of pride and sorrow.”I haven't either,” my wife responds immediately,looking away from the TV screen.I look at her to see if she is kidding.But she...
by Ivory Web | May 11, 2009 | Prose & Poetry
Sun-danceRise whenit’s still darkand waitfor the sunto waltza shining pathfrom the east,the faint starsa silent orchestra,and the disappearing moonits hand partneron a sky-blue floor.* Anne Brooke hasn't seen the sun for a while but knows it's up there...
by Ivory Web | May 8, 2009 | Prose & Poetry
Rotor BladesI’m rolling a cigarette as I walk up from the docks in Ajaccio Corsica past the market selling fish and meat & the smart port terminus thinking this is the place where Napoleon was born and wondering if the old guy in flat cap shades & open-necked...
by Ivory Web | May 7, 2009 | Prose & Poetry
ANOTHER WRITER’S DILEMMA In the threshing, thrashing of the flesh,she says that if I’m writing poetry.it means I’m not paying attention. There’s no place in that universe of sweatfor forests, wildflowers,mountains, puffy white clouds.The all-consuming...
by Ivory Web | May 6, 2009 | Prose & Poetry
For One Night OnlyThat one OctoberWe ran around like every night was HalloweenToday you can be ex-junkie in oversized shadesTomorrow I’ll be hungover fuck up in last night’s clothesPlatinum blonde hair and Marlboro redsTripping our way down BoweryTo the Poetry ClubSo...
