History, let us sleep with the softness of moths, pearled in worms turned white as knuckles, churned on old war grudges – let us die of each other under skies of loving larvae. O Rome, I’m a strung out symphony – the numbers furl from us like vellum smoke flowering along Watling. Mortal, the eye’s…
She
She let her dreams die But, Still she hears A silent whimper Somewhere Deep inside her heart..
A Special Memory For JJ
Footprints We make connections with people in life who touch us – but ultimately – We walk one way – one foot in front of the other- Creating footprints – in the sand – only to be washed away by the incoming tide –
Neuron Star
There is a hex on our time, a popsicle melting in the miscellany of summer days pooling the iridescent depths of the lens, each high noon startled to deep blue fluorescence and fraught immemorial, pinned like a moth against the montane spread of cumulous ranges. I watch as it all flakes to motes for the…
2 wrongs
to forgive is a cop-out & a lie. if you have ever tried, you know. you don’t succeed, even if you think you do & it kills you – the wound plastered. the second wrong is to do nothing about the first. the soul flushed on one side, smarts & festers. the one…
The Long Window
Long windows set in stone, two up and two down. This building stands apart in a village notable for despair: the streets are empty and wide, made for horse, carriage, the drover’s dog. A small park circled by iron, houses cling to life. And those windows, where spiders crawl and weave. Inside, tapping – an…
becoming
the face indistinct composite says nothing but bluffs, a closed bud a violet the garden hung w starlight no-one sees, the trees undercut, shades between, the plane that glides the voided sky at Pisces. call it digression, a slip in standards. my dna is 99% gorilla 2% banana, but we’re not similar. the death of…
Ambition and Imagery
I will heave into the hands of hope, spitting from blood-thick mouthfuls – brimming with the ecstasy of once again having bitten off much more than I can chew. I will dislocate into each appetite, thriving headlong towards the outrageous fuchsia of some explicit garden, doomed to grow like a snake eating an antelope. I…
This Little Bay
Crab-legs of rock guard this little bay. It is a half-smile where seabirds ride the inshore swell. It is home to stork and squawking gull, and on the rocky shore oyster catchers’ red daggers prise out creatures that squirm in the sand. The basalt here is caked, split by sun and wave. When it is…
Looking Back West
East west winds. North south rows. Autumn’s chill fingers rubbing vineyards the wrong way. The brown corduroy suit my mother had made for me My brother’s in aqua the colour of my faded Air NZ satchel and Dad’s MkII Cortina two tone with a carless day sticker. M*A*S*H, Happy Days or Taxi at…
Childhood
“Look mummy! There’s a shape-changer on the roof! First it was a man, and now it is a cougar!” “-Don’t be silly, boy, shape-changers don’t climb onto rooves.” “Yes yes! I saw it! He’s there.” The sun beat down on the mother and son, Their little tea party on the deck continued. Howard finished…
white dog on water is buoyant, lifeless
tortoise lit sprayed w gas walks away maimed mid-mass heads roll flock puffed clods beneath cross stench & the bodies. are these memories/ flat the road up sun-struck dark & dust dries our skin the mind winds measured disinterested but. who was it sunk so desolate? so low alone the m- 6 bowels stirred by…