so I love but do not long to visit boutique breweries, debate with siri, google, beds in labeled inches, emphatic of a model, pre Big Bang (big bang!) thumb-thick sucked cigars unlit, becoming monologue, a star unstressed by stored emotion steadily released. oh I love but do not dare— pillpop and winedrench, driving full in…
Jamais vu
Stretched on light long and catlike, an image licks the curve, somersaults through my eye and bruises into view. The sound cartwheels in horrible geometry, still ignorant with the dew shrieking scalene from daybreak – and I am lost in my ossicles. Everything reaches me through tremor and trapeze – I cannot walk without wondering,…
Morning Moon
Vigilant through windows and cracked sills, she is the insatiable witness. Lacquer-eyed and looming, her lungs gloom the glass and flakes of dead paint spot the stillness of her limbs. A slick hiss of cicada arcs electric through the suburb, the day as pale as a panic attack and unreal with ease. Its casualties cringe…
Denial is to Loving #3
5 Summer, cooling, signifies a difference in the ruling; Pi, Planck, the uterus, perturbations in behaviour. Facts are short & useless by themselves, a life-support promising goodbye you stupid thesis, science doesn’t differ from belief— is flavour, face to face the ever ready mint breathe, Winter breeze, ground beneath the feet each distance-darkening week. my…
Site updates
Hello Poets Life has been terribly busy for me during the horrifying UK lockdown, I have been living in the UK for about ten years, so found a NZ poet to take over this site. Sadly as we all know, Jason died and we have all been updating this site, by now I had hoped…
Denial is to Loving #2
2 Summer cooling signifies a calling to be answered. (That self is to the Armies what Emperors & Footstools). Hello, the handsome hills, the homeless walking urge starts with Spring, bees working orchards, erecting canopies. mornings trim but warming ground invigorate the tuber prompt the minimalism withdraw, forlorn, I doubt it to celebrate the excess…
Denial is to Loving
1 It will soon be summer- seamed-with-autumn, & the first 10 years sober—a decade without the odour without the taste of cigarettes or the clogged pipe, to wit, goodbye ridiculous dehydration; nights all out of ratio, proportion; goodbye, elastic strangulation belts, clothing not belonging on your health. 1.1 It will soon be autumn- lined-with-summer afterheat—goodbye…
Boudica
History, let us sleep with the softness of moths, pearled in worms turned white as knuckles, churned on old war grudges – let us die of each other under skies of loving larvae. O Rome, I’m a strung out symphony – the numbers furl from us like vellum smoke flowering along Watling. Mortal, the eye’s…
She
She let her dreams die But, Still she hears A silent whimper Somewhere Deep inside her heart..
A Special Memory For JJ
Footprints We make connections with people in life who touch us – but ultimately – We walk one way – one foot in front of the other- Creating footprints – in the sand – only to be washed away by the incoming tide –
Neuron Star
There is a hex on our time, a popsicle melting in the miscellany of summer days pooling the iridescent depths of the lens, each high noon startled to deep blue fluorescence and fraught immemorial, pinned like a moth against the montane spread of cumulous ranges. I watch as it all flakes to motes for the…
2 wrongs
to forgive is a cop-out & a lie. if you have ever tried, you know. you don’t succeed, even if you think you do & it kills you – the wound plastered. the second wrong is to do nothing about the first. the soul flushed on one side, smarts & festers. the one…