by Ivory Web | Jan 9, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
CatMy daughter purrs and rubs her head against my chin. It means she wants some love.She laps soya milk from a saucer.Nights are sleeplessHer brain can't restAnd so we start the day with bleary eyes. Tired miaows.Even KittyCats must go to school. Some times she...
by Ivory Web | Jan 7, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
Eight Dream Errata• It’s not a case of awaiting your arrival at Drummer Street Station. We’re together again on the Thames. • Some anomaly of...
by Ivory Web | Jan 4, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
Vita SessualeSexuality oozes from unrestrained pinks –contradicted with thedelicious bass lineof masculinity.A square jaw line backdropspinched ruby nipples,on a chalky white base, whilstover a foxtrot of heartbeatsand a plethora of sheets,cabernet soaked lipsreach...
by Ivory Web | Jan 2, 2008 | Prose & Poetry
A WOMAN FOR ALL SEASONS (EXCEPT ONE) Visiting the past you gave birth to Christhad John the Baptist's head brought to yousubmitted Samson's hair to a Number One cutbared your breasts in Minoaseduced Mark Anthony in Memphisstepped in to kiss Nelson on the...
by Ivory Web | Dec 31, 2007 | Prose & Poetry
For those of us with rats in our lofts (and possibly bats in our belfries) and facing the prospect on Wednesday of going back to the day job after the holidays, here are two timely pieces by Mike Estabrook…CHIPMUNKSYes we have become overrunby chipmunksbut I...
by Ivory Web | Dec 21, 2007 | Prose & Poetry
secret city blueswhen I came here I saw twelve mencarve their way through the carbon nightwhile outside the moon played on the wallsa landscape fashioned after mountainsa memory of caves that kept men safehands held fingers twisted like ropetwo butchers fought with...
