by Ivory Web | Oct 30, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
Sellotape It's up to you whether you curl up on me andtwist again; taking so long to let me scrape my nail under your tail,wrapping up against me leaving the sharp adhesive scent of you on my handsthat gets stronger with every pull. And...
by Ivory Web | Oct 29, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
New York City Hotel LobbyCocaine conciergefloating like disco ballsin Manhattan goldfish bowls:delivering hate-mailand condoms, ice creamand victory gin to red-faced men(wishing now was then)with suicidal girlssitting cross-legged in furson inexpensive chairsof...
by Ivory Web | Oct 28, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
We've had the first snowfalls of the winter in England today, so here is an appropriate poem by Matthew Friday…Snow for Abbie Abbie fizzed with excitement whenI told her there could be snow thisweekend, her beautiful face folding upinto the precious...
by Ivory Web | Oct 27, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
promises, promises i promisenothingis going to changeunless of course,something happensout of my control… or if something bettercomes along… or if i have agut feeling tellingme otherwise… or if the weatherchanges...
by Ivory Web | Oct 24, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
JOHN Johnwho was a manwho would beton anythingand had astaunch hatredof anything Germanas his fatherwas a victimof world war twodied just daysbeforeEngland beat Germany5 – 1 at football it's a dead certhe would havehated to knowhe'd missed...
by Ivory Web | Oct 23, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
Short vinegarMy vinegar is balsamicMy neighbour is IslamicIt’s a mixed leaf worldI’m an eclectically cultural girl~ ~ ~ ~ ~Time to investTinged green by the cheap imitation jewellery she understood that it was time to stop making necklaces from brussel sprouts.* Abbie...
