by Ivory Web | Oct 31, 2007 | Prose & Poetry
The GuestTeeth exposed,rivulets of saliva making their way towards her neck.A ventriloquists’ dummy,poised in a silent scream.Joints, and muscles groaning under inhuman manipulation,and His seductive whisper, stop fighting me, stop thinking, just let it...
by Ivory Web | Oct 29, 2007 | Prose & Poetry
Group of Three Magic Stones by Barbara Hepworth 1973 (Kettles Yard Cambridge)The retired nurse finally found one at seventy on the beach at Wells. It has the silver tongue and flatness of the Aussie pilot’s vowels. He had accepted her virginity in the war without a...
by Ivory Web | Oct 25, 2007 | Prose & Poetry
DRAG (haiku) Syllables used toshow the removal of JeanCharles De Men )))))))...
by Ivory Web | Oct 24, 2007 | Prose & Poetry
Snapshots The panel of the Ottoman military tentis blazoned with a ring of crescent moonsand a six-pointed star. It is roughly patched and battle weary. It hangs limply on the south walloverseeing flanked memories in oil: ...
by Ivory Web | Oct 22, 2007 | Prose & Poetry
My favorite place that I have never been…I've never been to South Africa,But I know how the sunset arcs To meet the savana grasses In the same hues of rust and gold. I know how the sky is furred Silver with stars at nightAnd how the rainbow Of flowers on the...
by Ivory Web | Oct 16, 2007 | Prose & Poetry
THE DANCERI am tired,my brain hangs loose,locked in my rucksack.This is the hour for the owl to fly,to hoot to winking moonthrough clouds of mist.This is night,the quiet time ..Because I am on my own,while night-clubs chokewith laughter,and the girl in white throws...
