by Ivory Web | Mar 26, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
TO CHANGE THESE HOURSShe reaches the gate of four pearlsRattles the bars.Sees through a fence of fireOne star.And the sun dancing in gold shoes.In the eastHelios is driving the four horses.She would change these hoursBut knows:To pick bright flowersShe must never look...
by Ivory Web | Mar 25, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
PICTURE IN GREYThere’s the sense of a river behind a low wall; footsteps on leaf-fall, grey light through the mist. There are hours ahead for the unshed rain. This is an island of pavements and derelict blocks; a low landscape, no colour here. Nothing to do but wait...
by Ivory Web | Mar 24, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
ScrubberFrom the minute I wake upI can hear her sweeping brush against the pavementAnd wonder how many particles of dirtHave settled since the last cleansing exerciseEight hours ago.Then she moves on to the windowsillThe paint faded through constant rubbing.Next is...
by Ivory Web | Mar 23, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
IT'S THAT WAYi.the day beginsnever in the waywe imagineit would betoo predictableeven the loveI have for youis that wayii.the shower water is hotmore so than yesterdayI wanted it that wayiii.I tried to seta place for youat my breakfast tablesome things are...
by Ivory Web | Mar 20, 2008 | Prose & Poetry, Word & Image
The TigerThe Paper Clip MenSlightly bentAnd – spent aroundThe edgesThe paper clip menDance – wildly onThe ledges. • This is Deborah Gordon's second appearance on IS&T, she says “I began writing at the age of seven and since then have never...
by Ivory Web | Mar 19, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
SPIT & POLISHHow I hated the sizzling splash of phlegmeach morning as Mom lifted the black lid of our kitchen stove,spitting into the burning wood flames.I could forgive her home-rolledMacdonald's tobacco cigarettesdangling from the cornerof her firm mouth as...
