by Ivory Web | Jul 23, 2007 | Prose & Poetry
Conker SeasonIt was about seven years ago, before the drifting apart had even started, and Filby and me were over at Harewood House looking for conkers. The season was pretty much over but we weren’t ready to give up. We’d talked about it on the way over; there was...
by Ivory Web | Jul 21, 2007 | Prose & Poetry
phone call i did not hear the phone.therefore i did not answer it.i did not register your question as a serious one.therefore i answered it with a lie.i did hear the phonebut i chose not to answer it,my motives in so doing being fartoo complex...
by Ivory Web | Jul 19, 2007 | Prose & Poetry
In QuestionCan you build a houseon memoriesa foundationof wishes, hopesdreams Can you patcha roof topwith apologies – Or will it rainanyway? • Tish Davis lives and works in the US. Current publications include haibun that will appear in the...
by Ivory Web | Jul 18, 2007 | Prose & Poetry
Dreamslast nightI had a dreamI saw God cruising theMission in a BMW convertiblewith the top pulled downPuff Daddy blaring from theBose stereo sound systemhis hair was thickfull and flowinghis shirt unbuttoned showinga thick mange of manly hairJesus was sitting on...
by Ivory Web | Jul 14, 2007 | Prose & Poetry
Some foreign fieldA can of Canada Dry ginger ale lies exposed, torn in half. A tramp sniffs it for booze. It smells of fruit fermenting in wet packs. His boots are rotten, toecaps lifting off dirt-encrusted feet. He looks like he has marched a...
by Ivory Web | Jul 6, 2007 | Prose & Poetry
The Conjuror’s Assistant The conjuror’s assistant who woke up in bed with the conjuror, or thought she did.The conjuror’s assistant who opened her eyes at the wrong moment. The conjuror’s assistant who survived the knife-throwing act and was killed by a maniac on the...
