by Ivory Web | Jul 18, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
The lady who borrows youngstersThere are no items to satisfy her requesttalking books about contemporary life don’t existShe walks down the high streetpulls youngsters from queuesinvites them for teaand line them up on her sofain alphabetical orderShe wants to be told...
by Ivory Web | Jul 17, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
PATINES She often walked along the waterfront in Venice. On a clear day she could see Belmont, high on its hill, mist-clad as usual like the fairy-tale it wasn’t. There were more stalls in the market these days – packed with bodies and sweat. One stall was selling...
by Ivory Web | Jul 16, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
TOMORROW sometimes I wake up in the morning and wonder what day it is but I always know that the next one is tomorrow~ ~ ~ ~ ~PIGS although Anneis twelve yearsyounger than mewe were both bornin the yearof the pig which I reckonmakes us...
by Ivory Web | Jul 14, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
WritingCrunch, crunch, crunch.The time has come for letters. Two toed, Three toed, ...
by Ivory Web | Jul 11, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
MORNING RUNMary-Jane always believed that her morning run was the perfect way to start the day. Her husband, Malcolm, thought otherwise and soon began to resent those early morning intrusions into his sleep.This morning was no different. Mary-Jane heard...
by Ivory Web | Jul 10, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
PhysicalHow?How do you manage to do this?I knew you were there –rather I was there…It was meand the joyat the first watch dad boughtat the first terelene shirt he gotat the first touch of her breastit was me…it has become a you now –the magician's...
