Month: April 2016

1              butts   There was nothing left to live for. I walked home from the dog tracks with a few bucks more than when I got there and it meant approximately, nothing; at all: alcohol and cigarettes; some debt, or fritting it on necessities. But, what! I’m as dry as a spent cock and I…

How odd, to see the river dive and another flow over top. It’s the trick of a siphon, where salmon once leapt, scales singing to the sun. This was where my father slid into the water, skin as white as chalk, and creamy soft. He brought his salmon rod here, too, a great cane whipper with side-on…

I click the door shut, walk down 6 steps and I’m on the long lovely street at midnight, at which point I exhale long and lovingly, breathe in; cool air, the distant swish of cars, summer stars – hunter, dogs, hare; the wide ship that bore the Argonauts. What are my thoughts? I envisage nothing,…

[ebook_store ebook_id=”471″]                flip-flap a topical ‘spout’ sweet old rag we did not forsake you even for 26 million bloodied cross at the heart of the jolly jack that symbol of the sour crown signatory to Te Tiriti by which we are here like it or not a red-eyed southern cross cake-cut deep in evening…

1. I would be like the flowers on the farmer’s lawn, up for anything – death, as if it were nothing. There is   no pain that can’t be borne, understood, but your suffering falls for good; a swift blade in the field.   2 I would be like the seeds carried on the breeze…

              Icon: the village   set as to close upon themselves the careful fill of shade white plastered walls retrieved cold intact from the light. calloused shutters ajar stranding sun in a momentary room. an exile’s you’d imagine. little of home bed hard against the night-damp wall a lull of sweet smoke the table boasts…

They who travel on the Vast Waters Are one with the Creator and Creation   ‘Hold me in your Hand on the rolling swell of the Universes’ waves Let me observe the revolutions of the stars and turn with them’   They who travel on the Vast Waters Are one with the Creator Who alone…

[ebook_store ebook_id=”471″]              humidity as a candle splutters, so my heart flares. a cut rose beneath the fickle sou’westerly as a candle milks the air, so my heart pulls a hair’s-breadth of water. as a candle spits, so my heart gives tongue to its fear. as flame is an unsheathed thorn, so my heart burns its…

She had in a hand the scrapings of the lawn, little bits of bark and twigs, and she held a rail. And winced and smiled and said, no, everything’s all right. Except it wasn’t: she was doubled over, and the pain in her back showed in the taut lines of her face. She felt it…