it’s time to hold hands. be gentle, whatever criticism i merit. have killed am disassembled. oh, broken. stuffed with. you saw me blow, like a nail bomb.
Dancing with the Seven sisters
Matariki The stars align Magic diamonds twinkling above Guiding and providing A pathway for ancient voyagers from the past Look beyond the sky Feel beyond the present The stars will provide the rhythm for the knowledge from the past The seven sisters hold the key Unlock the secrets that we all yearn to know Open…
What I Saw Today
A hawk in a fence clawing the air A river surge over stone Frost bleed from a stone face An old man’s hands shake as he sought to speak An old woman rise from a wheelchair A young woman confronted with truth The rotting wheel of a wool wagon…
A Mountain’s Hold
You hold many in icy folds Old and young frozen in limb and boot; anguish, surprise locked for time Those who conquer rejoice; those who fail you keep Your stone face betrays no emotion Axe or rope will be of no use when my face darkens
Dialogue
I bastardized an historical fiction today. I adulterated the ism, the -isy, the science of retelling. Yeah, I added invented dialogue to assumed events. Events I was convinced of, Events that are unlikely, Events that have been censored. But I couldn’t resist – the book was so dull, and the evidence is so scarce, and…
out of the womb
i disconnect, hauled from the air, a sky paradise. not even justice rocks. i want change – to expand, regress. frequent her places: Byron, she says – dies in red-stained frills no detergent heals. put like that, i suck. am dense. there’s no ghost where she was – on the stairs; you…
Castles in the Sand
Touch Textures Taste Flavours Play in sand Make castles Rescue damsels But we are not in distress! Merely mortal angels weaving magic as we pass on by… Suck Favours Fuck Saviours Play in clay Make players Move pieces in the game… No longer playing!!! My hands are touching sand Making beautiful castles Touch Textures Taste…
air
it’s real when i’m kicked on the pavement & the breath of earthen plaster stuffs my throat & heartache. but nothing is permanent anyways. do i follow scale the mast when you reel. this excessive cruelty makes me spill, slip my knot but how to drop when the air…
To Drink
A conversation in a bar. On barstools. An alcoholic. She live at the bar. She lives in a bar. She’s homeless. So she lives upstairs. I came in to steady my nerves. Not that I need it all the time like you said you do. You said you need it every day. I only need…
battle plan for bullfight
there’s no I anymore so shut it. what image. what unexpected turn, juxtaposition, if you feel disparate, funked- up, in a funk & the pathos is lost on the audience – the pills attack the pain Here, & Here. my plan—————————– i suppose my limitations – if i break & when I’m…
Hay Shed
Weathered and old. Shabby and grey Abandoned, alone Forgotten and left. Standing, silent. Stubborn and hard. Flaking planks folded across his chest. Patient. Waiting. Silent for years. Bursting with bales And secrets he kept. And so I ask What do you know? My secrets. My loves. Remembered I wept. Wearing a…
zigzag
no-one hears when you call like wind cares if you live build the wall. the wall. keep yr mouth shut after the night you’ve had dreams give it away. what good. there’s something to be said for. nothing to be said, oh, city – london, say, bustling w the dead, ashes; gold…