by Ivory Web | Mar 18, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
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by Ivory Web | Mar 17, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
Writers' groups are not for everyoneWriters' groups are not the place for everyoneSitting in those shapes and clasping verseA bit like self-help meetings (minus all the fun)Instead of drugs and phobias it's far, far worseThere are lots of serious blokes...
by Ivory Web | Mar 14, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
A portrait of death as an artistLight peels back the night from faceswith prayers engraved on chiselled lipsthe mist of souls is teased towards the skyby the sun that lifts the veil to peepat death upon the groundalready calling those bodies downthe bodies of boys...
by Ivory Web | Mar 13, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
10 Ways of Seeing The Moonbig biscuit moona floodlight over the empty docksin a morning mist, it keeps hangingnow I see you, now I see don’tas you drop from the balconyto a boy with brown hairwizardry on a chalkboarda reminder to buy some cheesethe trapeze artist...
by Ivory Web | Mar 11, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
the price of admission you kick the sign in your foreheadwith your own left footit isn't a guarantee by any meanssomething about your grace when doing somust win the heart of the machine shop 'til you drop I. Brokeback Market you...
by Ivory Web | Mar 10, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
Ehs View wit eh luvs aboot bein mental iz thi freedom ay speechwit eh hates aboot bein mental iz thi way thi wordz git stukwit eh luvs aboot thi condition iz thi income support muniwit eh hates aboot thi condition iz thi eighty quid a week budgitwit eh luvs aboot thi...
