by Ivory Web | Oct 22, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
The Fisherman's Wife SpeaksThere's not a silver dish leftin all this town.The fish have vanished now,all boats sliding into scrap.We see closed shipyards, clanking empty chainson documentaries on TV.Trawlermen congregate outside the bookiescasting about trying...
by Ivory Web | Oct 21, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
We've a choice of styles for you today – verse poetry and a prose poem – enjoy…YOU’VE PROBABLY SAIDsomething funny:that’s your usual way.She’s thrown her head backand laughed. You like herbecause she’s not afraidto do this. You like herbecause she laughsat...
by Ivory Web | Oct 20, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
Spinner’s End(fragments of disappointment, alienation, babbling and resolve)There were no cakes in the tin, but it was a very pretty tin decorated with rainbows melting into the electric image of people laughing in their adult world… And it was all a con. We...
by Ivory Web | Oct 18, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
I Believe Mrs. Allen, why did you tell ussecond-graders that our guardianangels wouldn’t follow us intoa liquor store? I spent hours wondering how to get M&M’sfrom the corner market, where Baileysand Smirnoff bottles loomedlike Satanic shadowsover the...
by Ivory Web | Oct 17, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
Pendle Hill ‘…finest view in all of England’ – Queen Mary from Downham Church Before the Church the Queen proclaimed:‘the finest view in all of England’ -meaning the royal view from theretowards the imposing hill...
by Ivory Web | Oct 14, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
One more time ‘This is the place where they house the dead books. This is where we store the tales that no one reads any more. It’s like a graveyard though paper is slower to decay than flesh. I am the guardian. Let me show you around, help you settle in, make...
