by Ivory Web | Feb 8, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
Speaking VolumesWhen it grabs you,poetry is a bookon a pinhead:pricking your soul,scratching your mind,dancing in your brain.Cheating Angel The wing of a soultipped the sunthat tilted the earth.The moon smiled,and a womanlit a candle for the babyshe never...
by Ivory Web | Feb 5, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
BLACK AND BLUEMaybe, it is a colourtwo shades darker thangrief black. It hasa blue cast to it.It goes through the hues:possibly; perhaps a littledeeper than black – and,perhaps; possibly a taddeeper still than that,before reaching its true self – a colour colderthan...
by Ivory Web | Feb 4, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
Sampierdarena, 1990Do you sometimes remember the night you were born?Rosalba was our gynaecologist of choice.She smoked incessantly, little flickerings of ashtransforming her consulting room into a not unreasonable display of pointillismo.Her babies were born in a fix...
by Ivory Web | Feb 2, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
Mike Montreuil writes “The following was written in response to Andrea Porter's Coniston. You'll see why once you start reading it…”CONISTON, ONTARIO, CANADA1.I pass byon my way to Sudburyand catch a glimpse of what remainsof the copper...
by Ivory Web | Jan 29, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
IN HIS BEARD A COLLECTION OF SWEET BREADOn the emergency roomtable a bearded manbeing examined wasfound with ants in his beard.Each ant carried crumbs of sweetbread, which they could notenjoy because the nursewho cleaned the man's white beard,swept the ants away,...
by Ivory Web | Jan 25, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
we should all be cynicsI'm surrounded byidiot optimistscynical is the onlyway to be.Mom says shemisses someonesaying, “I love you.”I told herdon't miss it,they're always lyingshe laughed her optimismclear off.the orangesI keep a basket of...
