by Ivory Web | Sep 27, 2007 | Prose & Poetry
The ‘We’ LiesAfter reading Simone Weilyou put on a pair of sunglassesand stated emphaticallythat every sentencebeginning with ‘we’ is a lie.We are good together.I asked about the sunglasses;it was January. You explained,with a Gallic shrug, she was Frenchthen started...
by Ivory Web | Sep 25, 2007 | Prose & Poetry
• Clare Phillips-Barton is amongst other things a mother of two, living, writing and bumping into unusual types in the Northamptonshire countryside.
by Ivory Web | Sep 19, 2007 | Prose & Poetry
Rich WatersA Saturday evening in late August;the prolepsis of summer has begun.Under inky rain clouds stream ragged V’s.of quiet seagulls, the first to probe inland.Why so early this year? Or are you lost,like me, looking for rich waters.Out of the CaveIt was huge,...
by Ivory Web | Sep 17, 2007 | Prose & Poetry
THE PUPPET MASTERThe puppet master who is always dusted with darkness,is about to end his performance.His marionette has slithered staring to the stage floorwhere her mother, father and sister,will never have to meet her empty eyes, or seeexactly how she is sprawled...
by Ivory Web | Sep 13, 2007 | Prose & Poetry
Aging VesselMy brittle skeletonis trapped in the prison of my festering fleshand keeps my soul an inmate,clinging to my splintering bonesPhilosophic RamblingsIn the coincidence of lifewe postpone death daily,yet rarely seek higher purpose.Now that we have been...
by Ivory Web | Sep 10, 2007 | Prose & Poetry
JAZZ MUSICIANa jazz musicianis someonewho takes a familiartuneand using all his skilland talentmakes it as unfamiliaras possibleBRANDEDI have noticedof latehow many womenhave tattooson the smallof their backsas thoughthey've been brandedlike cattle• These are the...
