by Ivory Web | Aug 25, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
SHE PLAYED ME LIKE A STEEL GUITARWinter trees scrape the cracked sky. Clouds like old bruises mass in the late afternoon. I walk on. She played me like a steel guitar, coaxing out sweet sliding sounds at will, just for the fun of it, for her own amusement. The rough...
by Ivory Web | Aug 23, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
A couple of months ago (see 15 June posting + cover artwork) we ran a news item about regular IS&T contributor Gwilym Williams' new collection Genteel Messages (Poetry Monthly Press, ISBN 978-1-906357-17-7). About the same time I was reading a book about...
by Ivory Web | Aug 21, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
An Economy of LettersAfter the phone call my heart turned to blackened honeycomb. With every sore beat it rained Chernobyl snow down on soft unprepared insides.Breathe became a baby.Struggling for enough air to scream out the indignity of helplessness.Loss. Fuck.F o u...
by Ivory Web | Aug 20, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
ConfidenceIt runs ahead of me, makes an announcementAnd gives a full descriptionOf who I will beIn the years to comeAnd I’m still trying to catch My breathI wish I could keep up With my confidenceFall into step and run alongsideInstead it delights in Sprinting ahead...
by Ivory Web | Aug 19, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
Shearing PenIf we don't sheer the woolly buggersthey will bleat themselves to deathand standing in the pen,we blather on about ituntil they do.* Dianne Feaver lives in Canada, she's been writing about for 20-ish years and says she prefers formal rhyme but...
by Ivory Web | Aug 18, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
And All the BestFalse teeth, filled platters, diffident brides derided.Summer or was it fall come and gone. Halitosis appeared but no one was identified.The smartness of narrative was never more apparent.A lovely quality to applause;cheek to cheekdancers wink,toes...
