by Ivory Web | Sep 29, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
The Best Way To Protect The Future The best way to protect the futureIs to create it yourselfAnd bring some Nat King Cole inAnd some Beach Boys for yourselfAnd we can’t forget...
by Ivory Web | Sep 26, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
The Rain When the rain began, people rushed out to gather as much as they could. It was real. All denominations. Money. Wealth beyond avarice. Then came the day it changed. It burst into flames and scorched their eager fingers,...
by Ivory Web | Sep 24, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
At the End of a RoomThey took the bed. Wardrobe. Chest of drawers. The low wooden trunk that sat at the bottom of the bed. When mama was alive there were cushions on the trunk – turquoise with gold thread that I traced with my eyes. After she died, the cushions...
by Ivory Web | Sep 23, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
Dementia: Forgotten soundsIn the beginningsilence and emptinessbefore you begin to rememberandthen the hush that makes you feel light at the top of your spinethen the quietness that hints at memory soundsthen the itch that makes you scratch your eardrumsthen the hum...
by Ivory Web | Sep 22, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
HOMEFRONTBetter stay on your meds. Or get some.Otherwise how will you ignorethe pile of hacked-off limbs on the hospital lawn,the amputees limping or crawling away,as disability permits,their sacrifice worse than forgotten – misremembered?You’ll end up scribbling on...
by Ivory Web | Sep 21, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
Loss AmplifiedAcross the gravel alleyway outside my window my mother spends the nights forgetting. Chips are counted. I hear the clack of mahjong bricks being fingered and stacked and raked over the cluttered tops of padded tables. I listen for her voice:...
