by Ivory Web | Feb 9, 2009 | Prose & Poetry
The man who ate lifeknew a man once who ate lifehe was a wheat and sheep farmerhad a wife and money in the bankalmost owned his farm and everything on itloved his beer and a drop of portsang a pretty fair copy of Kristofferson songswhen in his cups which was oftenhe...
by Ivory Web | Feb 6, 2009 | Prose & Poetry
RoadblockCortisone reduces my bruised ego,when spiked with a scathing aside to my protégé. My eldest girl is in hireling bliss,his shirt done up with bolo affectation.The dark ages descent is hastened by the lack of standards. Wrist curls in the...
by Ivory Web | Feb 5, 2009 | Prose & Poetry
NOT HERSELF TODAYPixellated, like an analog TVnot set up right for digital,she wonders at what pointshe stepped into her body,became part of the show.There was a beginning,but when Was it years ago,was it now? Like a miser she countsall the memories she can,memories...
by Ivory Web | Feb 3, 2009 | Prose & Poetry
Lindow ManI did not falter in my steps.No. When I lay down here to sleepthere was summer grass in my dreams.I drank the wine your mother likes best.The red, tired on my tonguesettled there before the blood,my mouth awash with corn grainsand the flavour of my own...
by Ivory Web | Jan 29, 2009 | Prose & Poetry
i want to be just like john wayne drink my whiskeywhile laying downthe law. a real, gritty, down to earth,no bull, straight shooting,type of man. lead with actions,not words. stand up forwhat is right. take the moralhigh road. a man...
by Ivory Web | Jan 27, 2009 | Prose & Poetry
Today (Tuesday 27 January) is National Holocaust Memorial Day. This poem was written in response to a pile of kitchen utensils on display as part of The Holocaust Exhibition at The Imperial War Museum in London.The Whisk, the Spoon and the Grater.The handing down of...
