by Ivory Web | Dec 26, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
Deep Woodlanders I do not see the ancient menI feel their eyes upon me in the undergrowthwhere foxes bark at nightbehind the trunks of treeshalf blackened by the rain.The birds are silent here buthidden in the canopy they...
by Ivory Web | Dec 24, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
The Last Present Before he diedHe bought and wrappedThis presentIt sits in my cupboardThe snowmen have Waved many summers Away nowAnd stillI can notBring myselfTo unwrap This last present. She told me this And I did not laughDid not entice Her to unwrapBut...
by Ivory Web | Dec 23, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
Transcutaneous Electric Nerve Stimulation(On Reading Whitman’s I Sing the Body Electric)This TENS machine knows its job, electric impulsessent out at just the appropriate levels to sting and twitch the muscles in a rhythmic cadence.I am reading Whitman by accident or...
by Ivory Web | Dec 19, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
November 2007it’s like the night’s invaded afternoonsthese days, pushing back the border of duskto the heartland of richard and judy.the front line of the war is approaching.they’ll soon be in occupied territorybroadcasting their report on conditionswith the curtains...
by Ivory Web | Dec 17, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
Christmas ShoppingAgain today it's a moving pizza parlour Xmas shopping spree;and I'm squeezed in the steamed-up 37 and the seasonal sneezingamid floppy wedges of undercooked white pastryand waxy cheese in round child-mouths; the stench is nauseating.But I...
by Ivory Web | Dec 16, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
world's perfect asshole you come in fromrunning errandsyou said that dale calledyou on the cell phonehe's wandering manhattanhe's upset and feeling overwhelmedso you invited him overto watch movies on our last day off. you come in fromrunning...
