Author: abigfatcanofworms
We all walk in the dark. But if we hold hands, perhaps the dark won't be as scary.
sky’s stevedore
this is how we grow potted drips. under a leaky rainbow’s pastel frown we all know love is the sky’s stevedore the off-loader of beauty its binding hands like weatherboard cottages (creased and a little dirty under the fingernails) evolve the soil and syncopate moon beats and the rainbow lets go the spat droplets like … Continue reading sky’s stevedore
Silent Sunday
All that she carried…
songs and carrots and the tiny problems of her children whispered such hot condensation in her ear the every day of dinner like crabs scuttling to nip at her heels and shopping lists and the way the laundry door never quite shut and her hatred of umbrellas and how she saw them as lightning conductors … Continue reading All that she carried…
grim as fairy-tales
It’s storming paparazzi flashy herding in a night grim as fairy-tales perhaps I’ll dream of Zeus’s horsemen the drive and lash sky crumbling to dust beneath their thunder or of tiny Tinkerbell under the pear tree cowering in the wild-lit droplets between the black curls of the wrought iron garden chair the rain like tossed … Continue reading grim as fairy-tales
The Liquid Inside Us
Body Memory photos / the pottery of our age / their grainy sediment / clotting untracked tears we hold ourselves in / back then I was lean, brown / wearing my skin like a shuckable raincoat / never knowing that the colours glowed some days image is everything / desiccated fashion labels pinned on fabric … Continue reading The Liquid Inside Us
the problem of feeling ordinary
(I) the wind hustles in a mood for dancing leaves perform an etude quiet but technical I ask,"have you been practising?" (II) scrap of bark in sickled flight enjoys one moment as a lark’s wing before resuming flappishness the tickle of the grass on its scratched brown face (III) Once in a while the bogong … Continue reading the problem of feeling ordinary
evening lazies
to go home and cook dinner or to sit with my friend this unconcerned shade the netting pyramid covering camembert and Ritz biscuits and finely sliced pickled onion kambucha fridge cold the luxury of a sweating glass kids in eternal natter and splatter occupying the pool she brings out cooling ties for our necks and … Continue reading evening lazies
Wordless Wednesday
We do this ’til we free us
when there’s yelling angry swearing I try to hide I try to hide like frogs, water lillies and the red belly black the surface tickle of long scaly fear dusting the water dusting my back amphibious prickle sweat, the zesty antithetic rime of it because of what? Stories like childhood nightmares unforgettable as envy the … Continue reading We do this ’til we free us
Out of the Cave 