by Ivory Web | Sep 12, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
Fish FingersA small candle on the table washes her blue eyes violetas she twirls the long stemmed yellow rosethat matches her dress.I hand-feed her tidbitsfrom the shared bouillabaissefish crab musselsshe sucks the saffron-coloured juiceslowlyfrom my fingersand licks...
by Ivory Web | Sep 10, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
What can I give you?“Real coffee? Tea? Peppermint, camomile, earl grey? Food perhaps. Hot soup? Ham sandwiches?” Yes, Yes, please. Everything. And ten marlboro light. Slip them into my bag and I promise not to catch your eye. Touch my arm with your warm, living...
by Ivory Web | Sep 9, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
Family PortraitThis old carrier contains the remainsof a jumbled family jigsaw whose puzzlelies in the tell tale outline of vanished lives.A few of you went underground, lay in wait,until distracted hands, digging in drawersdisinterred eyes that still could not be...
by Ivory Web | Sep 8, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
I think we've all been here with the first of these two pieces …EdRegarding Your Submission though we appreciate the effortyou took, we’re very sorry for the postage stamps you’ve wasted in your attempt to deliver poetry.We did enjoy a few lines that showed...
by Ivory Web | Sep 7, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
Helen Pletts now lives in Prague, in the Czech Republic, and has spent the summer battling with the twin evils of root-canal dentistry and builders. She's now about to take over teaching on a creative writing class so before she's driven completely mad, here...
by Ivory Web | Sep 5, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
In case you think we've lost the plot, this piece does have an autumnal timeliness…Another Endless January Another endless January, wastedwith drinking bingesand the rattled hingesof doors that never openon eyes that never close,but sink, deep...
