by Ivory Web | Jul 29, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
BUDDLEIAIt’s hot and the buddleia’s out,flourishing in waste ground,along the railway embankments. Mauve and that rarer dark purple.It waves in the wind like penises, if penises were made of tiny flowers,if they waved in the wind.I remember my mother in the back...
by Ivory Web | Jul 28, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
We've got three short pieces for your today – by Matt Howard, Janet Thorning and a prose poem by IS&T editor Charles Christian…Totem Dreaming of magpies all night, I heard one;he chaked and chaked until I woke.When I pulled the curtain aside to...
by Ivory Web | Jul 25, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
Flames They say ‘She’s out of control.’‘Someone should do something.’They phone social services, who send nice women with too quiet voices to soothe and help. They go away again, smiling,satisfied that their sensible advice has made a difference.How lovely for...
by Ivory Web | Jul 23, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
RENOVATION Blisters of her green paint ruptured wetunder my nail like fatbladders of seaweed.The God of all Mildew had blownbird's egg speckles and flown.Whoever dressed her, has left her he said.Sea licked the beach beyondas I watched them take downFor...
by Ivory Web | Jul 22, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
LIGHT CONVERSATIONFiona over the road asked mewould I please stop shining a light (my reading lamp) through her bedroom window. She said, it's like a searchlightand these new lamp-posts are the wrong onesshe addedthe council will have to replace them. It might be...
by Ivory Web | Jul 21, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
REEDThere are babies growing in the reed beds again. They grow in cocoons like the nests of harvest mice, a little looser in the weave. The cocoons have been swelling since the spring; the first frosts have come and gone but the cold will be back. I feel it...
