Monthly Archives: December 2017
Untimely death! The dog knows it, the owl predicts it; even the cat flaps an ear in its sleep, but you know nothing about it, laid there as if. Did the crossword, picked a scab, your teeth. WT F: I surmise WT deal is, why you crapped out – like a bulb […]
house of ‘fab’* to Paul McCartney at Mt. Smart when was a boy who swam out of dreams every morning who couldn’t swim who played so hard in the dusk and ate like a dinosaur, one night i first heard you in our kitchen on the old black bakelite radio, […]
To walk in a field of dandelions and tall grass It was all going fine until we broke our backs He’s stuck there still trying to figure it out A dream catches a breeze Out the door and down the road she goes To begin living our dreams we must first wake up Modes of […]
Two blackbirds, a speckled thrush & a myna casually shit upon the deck regular each morning, peck the wooden cat bowls & when I surprise them, leave. I end up with these friends. I’m no Snow White but I do like to feed them which is my fault, I know. But who knows, because […]
Who will know what you did, the pride you felt. It’s quiet when you’re gone. There’s nothing to do & no-one to talk to. But dream. Maybe our lives unwind, slowly.
Flanks twitch, gleam under winter sun horses – six a team, trailing chain and line, surge across the land; the ploughshare folds deep dark soil. Ten thousand feet trampled this earth; the ploughman, hat down and hands aloft, brings up the scent of time
She cuts the waves so fine & the sea breathes long grass stilled & blows. You could stray in a sea of wheat all day if there’s nothing more or walk behind the street an ear for the waves of her feet as she goes. she as
I count the beads on your string as your lips form shapes which give substance to the emptiness of air, & meaning. I go on like this, hours, fingering your pearls, feel minutes drop, lose my way & when you’re still, it’s like everything else is.
not telling when i returned the land came closer the trees gusted near me the moon as though nothing more than a small summer cloud through broad daylight watched me the land was ready to tell me the great secret since i had come then it all turned away in shadow from me nothing said. […]
even the birds need to shut up. everyone does & everything. long live silence! with my ear muffs on so tight not even light can escape them. they’re industrial. all i hear is the throb of my head, if that.
When i got there she was on her back & her sister who’s like eighty herself wasn’t much help. We pulled her up but she died & after that i thought about it, her stiff board, the flaked bits of her skirt & cardigan, the stink of dog, how heavy she […]
When you look at me you see the glass only. When you split my head/ knead the bits… what is it but nerves of a smile, words in the dark if I must, bend.