Good friday a man was mowing the lawn on Good Friday did that mark the occasion in some way? the weather was good the clouds like buoys on a pale blue sea the weather as it might have been on that day and someone dying to it all breathing in all human folly holding…
Month: March 2016
isolation
At night the white lines are like the dreams I have heard some nights, hers. The dashboard lights hold my nerve, at the wheel. I dream the darkness I pass returns to silence, more deep, awed by the most exquisite discipline, at speed. I prime those slow gentle downs; intuit the curves, the lay of…
no usual thing
no usual thing to be made anew in this life no small thing easter coming up the stone rolled away from the mouth of the tomb evening the lunar eclipse earth’s shadow from across the face of the moon don’t be shy say it you put the rock there to…
tinkle
tinkle tinkle in the wave pulling back on this late summer beach the shells karaka bay morning, 27 march 2016
Unheeded
How cold the silence of the unheeded cry How long the night of the sleepless sleeper It is the misery of doubt, the burden of fear that steals reason. As the nights and days blend, the mind turns, finally, on itself And from there there is no escape save the slow-turn clamp of unreason
blood let
There are those who suffered more than Christ, who knew death would be vain; nailed, or skinned, the Jew by the Assyrian, which no noble death can atone. Even now the boy king weeps in his cell, and all of his fingers are broken. You know what it is that makes men mad for…
easter water
easter water ‘Water drawn on the Easter morning is, like that at Christmas, holy and healing …’ From the work ‘Deutsche Mythologie’ 1835 by Jacob Grimm as quoted at: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/%C4%92ostre they say water drawn on easter morning like that at Christmas dawning shall be ‘holy and healing’ so saying set me in reverie that in that balm…
Tight Lull Pleasure In The Pride
the nights are cooling off and little in my heart has changed, that swing latch box with sticking hook, the pressure on the lid to lift a shot glass, and draw the heat into the rolled tobacco leaf order extra p… nah, bra, bro-ken-deal I get in my unpissed bed this is how I roll…
Yarrow
1 If you think Adam had help, and there was more than one Eve, you’ll grow on, living in little things, loose, like the white flowers wild yarrow no taller than yr knees scattered as clouds at altitude one beginning no beginning everything elite at peace with the small significance of the ordinary servitude without……
this hill
this hill inspired by the Blue Oyster Cult song ‘The Reaper’ ‘do not fear‘ these words a hill i stand against the low sun from which you can see the sea and above the clouds forged of light they hardly hold the fullness of ‘do not fear‘ these words a hill from which you…
The Farewell
A small yellow room A blue chair, edges worn A vase with no flowers, Its stem chipped. A woman’s life Is caught here. Behold. Nothing. The paint has lifted; Carpet’s thread exposed. A cup on the side, tea Riding the crest. This is her home, Her chamber of nought; So stark, the memories are lost….
knows you
knows you the wind knows you, boy, the hidden parting of your hair the scar on your knee how you watch rivetted to those hems the wind knows you, girl, how you smudge that smile across the boys’ eyes and hide it back under your flackering hair and how it lifts at your knees,…