by Ivory Web | Jun 12, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
SOBER OR MISSED the first two peopleI spoke to in the pubtonightwere so drunkthat when they spokethey spat all over me the third personwas either soberor missed ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ QUIET MAN ninety per centof whatmost people sayis...
by Ivory Web | Jun 11, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
This was the sixth Doctor’s surgery he was visiting that week. Harold had long ago resigned himself to the fact he had a problem. That he savoured the pleasure of sitting around, observing the infirm. Usually after a couple of hours of avoiding the...
by Ivory Web | Jun 9, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
Guilt just before sleep –picture it –stabbing something to black. a needle –pressed between –tongue and palate.• Marguerite O'Callaghan is a 25 year-old writer who recently moved to Norwich from Cork and is just finishing a Diploma in Creative Writing at...
by Ivory Web | Jun 6, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
With the Euro 2008 football (or soccer for our American readers) about to get underway, what better than a football poem by Gwilym Williams…Just over the bar? On the box and the bottletheir words are like the words of poets– more powerful though less...
by Ivory Web | Jun 5, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
Miss ThailandHe’s in love with anotherwho’s hot and spicyand bears ripe mangofor him to tasteHer water embraces his tanned bodyher palms give him shadewhen he laps her coconut milkIn her he’s got the freedomto roam and be richEvery 90 days he leaves herto cross the...
by Ivory Web | Jun 2, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
Dumping my Dead Uncle's Clothes As I dump my dead uncle's clothes in the Goodwill box the cold crawls over me and the orange tones of shopping-center...