by Ivory Web | Aug 17, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
Harvard Divinity School Upstairs in the library old men in seersucker jackets, their hands speckled like snakeskin, shudder over the problems of theology. No need to remind them that flesh is no more ignorant than the pages of those books, and far more...
by Ivory Web | Aug 15, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
The HaircutDebbie cut my hair today. Mom paid for it, and it always makes me feel like a rotten failure that I have to rely on my mother for haircuts. For all I care it could grow and make children scream or whatever, but I suppose it makes my mom happy to be relied...
by Ivory Web | Aug 14, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
As Good As Gone Moonlight bright as day and cleaner slices between broken-open houseswaiting for the demolition crewsand a row of battered skips stuffedfull of goods and chattels left behind by families who lived here not so longago but’ve been moved on to freeup...
by Ivory Web | Aug 13, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
Little Helps The house wept. Inconsolable sobbing woke them. The lights flickered on, glared with klaxon grief then dimmed to a pallid glow. The house computer whimpered. Tina spoke kindly to it and started to ask it questions but Jim cut the power and rebooted...
by Ivory Web | Aug 12, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
Travelling You have been travelling with me for decades;even before you were born;your toothbrush next to mine in my suitcase,the bristles damp from the cold water in our last hotel. I tipped the porter through your fingers;your napkin wiped my lower...
by Ivory Web | Aug 11, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
We've got another collection of short items for you today by Tania Hershman, Vanessa Gebbie and Jim Murdoch but we start with a short flash piece (as if there could be a long flash piece) by Sarah Hilary which she wrote as a modern day response to the famous six...
