by Ivory Web | Jan 5, 2009 | Prose & Poetry
Reginald Reginald walked around with a walnut implanted inside of his head. It had not been surgically inserted, but rather he had been born with it. The walnut gave him an extremely intensified empathy for the problems of others, as well as a high volume of...
by Ivory Web | Jan 2, 2009 | Prose & Poetry
Hawaiian Chicken – Not a RecipeA fine flock of feral chickensflutters and budgets beside Pali HighwayFeathers ruffle, rusted by the rain,downy breast dusted black with mildew. Rooster-kin, alert, proprietary, swift-eyed,herds his wind-up chicks toward the hen...
by Ivory Web | Jan 1, 2009 | Prose & Poetry
Several Bad Decisions And so came a visitorone day rapping at my doorlike twin shotgun blastsBLAMBLAMand opening the door I saw a strangeran old man with a familiar smilethat beguiled me and I let him inand he sat upon my couchon the middle cushionhis skinny body...
by Ivory Web | Dec 31, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
Journey to the Depth of the Deep-freezeYou’re on the driver’s seat.I’m only your passenger.On either side of us fields of sunflowers caress in a breeze.You’re wearing your purple shirt with jeans and jagged eyebrows.It is quarter to three in the afternoonon an autumn...
by Ivory Web | Dec 30, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
I Can’t Sing but That Doesn’t Mean I Don’t Love You I’m driving down the road, on my way to the market to get something for dinner, singing along with a love song on the radio, even though I know I can’t sing, still that doesn’t stop me from singing. I want to...
by Ivory Web | Dec 29, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
In the morning In the morning,i taste your funeral. Even the radiators' anthemappears unchanged. (Theirs the only music until the first psalm). Downstairs,someone grapplesthe compartments of breakfast cutlery;we fall between the...
