by Ivory Web | Nov 26, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
THE ONE WITH HERAll fires are smallexcept the one with her.It smoldered so long,for years.It must have beenthe ground –the cool damp sandthe coals return to.Brittle white twigs,ashy dirty sand,cactus protrudinghere and there;the estuarywafts in on the night air...
by Ivory Web | Nov 25, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
An interlude of you To get to know you, I resort to stratagems. To not to know you, I again resort to stratagems. This oscillation is not a simple periodic motion of my will, neither of yours I believe. We've been the object of my circumstances, my fate and...
by Ivory Web | Nov 24, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
Boozing Buddies Scabby Dave Scrofulous,Adhering to his beard The froth.A skeletal rock monster On his back,He looks like that. Lance Telling me he is going to open a boutique in Londonin his rags.A fishing rod for a walking stick,Then...
by Ivory Web | Nov 21, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
200 DegreesHot hot hot. Too hot. So hot that our shirts sucked sweaty to our backs and our feet slip-slid in our shoes. The ceiling fan folded the air like cake mixture. The fax machine had a binary breakdown, 011100001110101000111. Lucy Miller pretended to clean the...
by Ivory Web | Nov 20, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
Endangered SpeciesWhatever became of the ‘fancy man’?The salesmen and under-managers in suitswhose aftershave vied with toothpaste and tobacco, occasional consorts of women my mother disapproved of,who called round afternoons to see wivesno better than they ought to...
by Ivory Web | Nov 19, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
Rosamunda’s EmbraceA June affair for Rosa and John;controlled by carers, ruled by the sun.Childish fumbling, a twisted fist;stroke of a bud, a red petal kiss.He rhythmically tips his electric chairtill the time is right to enter her.Rosa scratches with passion at his...
