by Ivory Web | Oct 7, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
Shit Happens Pervading the airIn class todayFingers pointing every way The chief suspectProtesting his innocenceWas led away But still the same smellEven worse,Who could it be? Another search –In the middle somewhere…Sniffing the...
by Ivory Web | Oct 6, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
Grandfather Plays Polo In his greasy jodhpurs with the batwing thighsGrandpa dreams of horses – we hear him snort and twitch.His deck-chair’s tattered canvas cups his awkward frame.All round the garden’s dreaming into June,a first red rose leans down, white...
by Ivory Web | Oct 5, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
WorkshopNothing is in its proper place. That is, we have to ask: Where are the proper places for all the tools at our disposal? Signs, labels are taped on drawers and cupboards. Still we walk back and forth, back and forth, asking the air, Where is the garlic press,...
by Ivory Web | Oct 3, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
Kezia Green – who many you will recall from earlier this summer with her poem about Amy Winehouse staying in a caravan – is back, this time she is…Feeding ducks with DadFour disobedient wheelspress gravel on the riverside path;a pendulum of Mother’s Pride,tied...
by Ivory Web | Oct 1, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
Repartee under stress in VenezuelaFor Jeanie, for March 26th 2007 at Hato El CedralThe idea was to take advantage of good viewing in the dry season.How fortunate for the tourists that in the marsh of Llanoslarge areas of water then almost vanish herding fauna to...
by Ivory Web | Sep 30, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
Bread for the KingMemphis, Tenn, 2001“When the King was in this city,the streets flowed with electricity.”He lays a hand on the red marble.Broken, in a black glove.The African from the eastern desertTook me to a tomb.An image, black and grey,Crackles on a wall.The...
