by Ivory Web | Sep 19, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
About a legThere was this boy who thought he was his grandfather’s leg. His grandfather had lost his leg in the war, which at the time was the best thing that could have happened to him. It got him out of a heap of trouble, got him home, got him home scot free. No,...
by Ivory Web | Sep 18, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
blind w/out seeingyesterday i complained about moneyabout not having moneyenough money to live the life i wantbut then i don’t really know what that life would beat 44 i am still searching and i find comfortin knowing i will never find what i am looking forbut then...
by Ivory Web | Sep 17, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
The Moment When it Could Have BeenShe was quiet for many hours by the windowAs if time was only a constructed and conjured up illusion of the human mindStanding parallel to her dark, strange and intricately painful demonsIn full acceptance with divine order of the...
by Ivory Web | Sep 15, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
Imagine the Glass is Green Outside, his car still burned. Thick smoke wrapped around the bay window as if he were trying to climb back inside. She popped another sleeper, washed down with absinthe. Imagine the glass is green. Drink will block him out. She slips...
by Ivory Web | Sep 15, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
Mystery solved regarding this piece we originally posted last Thursday… Today's contributor is a bit (OK a lot) of a mystery – we have just two clues: the pen-name Dayseye and an @tesco email address…the first and last datethe film we saw was a...
by Ivory Web | Sep 14, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
It's autumn, the season of mists, mellow fruitfulness and disputes with energy companies over the size of the bills they send us. As here – at Ink Sweat Towers – we are currently engaged in a frank exchange of views with the muppets who supply our electricity...
