by Ivory Web | Dec 19, 2007 | Prose & Poetry
The Togviraklippur Do you remember those glorious Icelandic winterswhen our oilskinned menfolk went out in shipspatrolling the seas in search of tresspassing trawlersand Royal Navy patrol vesselsdashing up from Fleetwood and Hull...
by Ivory Web | Dec 17, 2007 | Prose & Poetry
How do I loathe thee?How do I loathe thee? Count the fucking ways.I loathe thee till I can feel my blood boil,So livid you make me, my insides coil.So long as the black night follows the day,I’ll loathe thee in every way that I can.Not one thing you can do will bring...
by Ivory Web | Dec 14, 2007 | Prose & Poetry
DAYLIGHT EFFECT With each sip of coffeethe wide picture windowframes a transcendence of huesas the dominion of the moonyields to the clarity of light. Soft shadingand contrastresembling the impulsive strokesfrom a painter’s brush and...
by Ivory Web | Dec 12, 2007 | Prose & Poetry
WaitingThis night of possibility is just another to survive.My breasts, once golden keys to other men’s livesare now a sign of a woman long ago lost.Beyond comfort, your touch is nothingbut an assault on skin stretched,barely hanging on.Remember, this is no game and I...
by Ivory Web | Dec 10, 2007 | Prose & Poetry
FivefuckingfuckoffringsLet battle commence against the dole grey world old and charmless pull up your hood be blinkered be unseen be a rising star on CCTV with exuberant flashes of mindless violence and a passion for thieverypick up the phone I’ll let it ring five...
by Ivory Web | Dec 7, 2007 | Prose & Poetry
John FridayWe-re not related in anyway,That’s my first surprise. Seeing him on the ward, the second: laying flat in a bed, a very tall man,going bald in a Middle Management way.Smiling at me one minute, and then'Fuck off! Fuck off! Fuck off!''It's not...
