tonight, rain; the white flap of pages turned; the winding of the stairs when to sleep of this, the roar wheels. of sea. so wild to think it. begin to understand. a place to go/ crave/ to hold the still beating heart. 2 Horror. Slept 9 hours. Rib cracked, head…
Month: February 2018
Prickly Little Creatures
I typed ‘hedgehog into Google to find facts about them so I could write this poem. Links kept leading to more links. Pulling faces at my screen and sticking out my tongue in disgust, I was feeling disappointed and about to give up. Clicking one more link I finally found useful information. Hedgehogs have slow…
war
What do you do when your arm’s torn off. Your mother’s fucked or your son’s made to suck your cock? What do you do? Because: this will happen to you, even if you live in America.
on organised religion
Christian, muslim, jew – god is (let us grant it) but not how you mean it. Is perhaps but as an abstract, not a real person, a prime mover, an architect, actor, an interested party; a master of history traversing the linear time-line from zero to eternity. There’s no such god. When I was…