An old man in a flat cap in a paddock. We have been here before. He told me then about the weather, how it stole the life from crops and he knelt into the soil. This time, it is still dry. A stunted dull crop leans into the ground from whence it came. It’s a…
Month: December 2017
how soft
how soft how soft the dawn on drifts of birdsong rising how soft the light put to the sky to the tiniest darkness around you how soft you fall again into sleep how soft the whipped greys in that sky on a breeze that tell of storm beyond the ridge storm at sea how soft….
kill my buzz, i deserve it
kudos to you, i said, good for you & he went on & more dead than ever i laid down heard birds the breeze slipped in & if anything i was happy
You’ve done that again?
Think if you can a picture Of you and I embraced in a kiss Feel how I tremble inside Sorry if there was something I missed Outside tonight We can take on the cloak of the dark Before the dawn of another day He said this is what it sounds like When purple doves cry…
Creatures of The Sea
The terns and gulls are circling gulping the river-mouth air. They come in, drunk with hunger to settle among the silver river waves, pilfering the tiny life, water pearls flicked to sun and sea. The huts here are faded yellow and candy-cane green. They are anchored in the sand, salted windows to the…
murchison afternoon
murchison afternoon for sure it wouldn’t have gone ahead much since its heyday already broken* in your days here a man of the mountains come down to the town for flour, a beer, a look through the general store never bargaining on prices, at most just shaking your head with hat in hand. in the…
our solitude
rub the dark spot of her solitude, her ribbed feathers down .. give, the water here is mottled, spun by the late sun, high clouds & gulls heading out. & still we’re alone even when I sanctify these gentle folds beneath the cold heavens.