fate does leave footprints light and soft as seagulls on sand our skin pulled from inside us like spiders' silk aims to mend... holds the cogs of time in taut suspension inertia’s physiological grip and so we hide the past mostly our webs still active catching the morning dew to gleam this armoury of self … Continue reading this armoury of self
frayed clouds like two white roosters sky's blue umbrage
“I don’t know what happens after death but I’ll have to chance it.”- Desert Snow, Jim Harrison after the avocado dip ingredients mashed to unrecognisable without my glasses and after being stiff - a wooden marionette rising from every rest... I see myself, slow as bessemer, apples in my cheeks picked off by William Tell … Continue reading Clouds Fishtail In
I thought you were mad when you topped up your jam pot with stars mixing them in with apricot nights such twinkling on my tongue and in your Huckleberry grin Written for Twiglet #263 "you're mad"
Pink Floyd car’s rumble thickly bass on burnt flip of tar I skinny-dip in wide open chords drawn long as the desert sky Earth's terracotta brow Stopping for fuel heat; a burst of flies imagines a shiver in the air skin raking for breezes Written for dVerse Quadrille "Shiver" This is a lasting memory of … Continue reading “Meddle”
I am pulling weeds. Rip, rip, rip. Weeding where pavers butt and crack, where the beaten strength of human engineering gives way to wiggle; to root snake and trunk push… to Earth’s breath. My feet are surrounded by endless rectangles, like I’m sewn in with patchwork trousers, imitating the cellulose structure of plants. Tight waisted. … Continue reading January Haibun
christmas cricket, cheery as champagne bubbles under the grey sky the plastic bat thocks, satisfying as a popped cork the rule is, if you hit the ball run, and with a lurch I do... in horizontal parody it’s a short wicket so I sprawl home, bat leading and I’m safe when the bale tumbles, knees … Continue reading Twiglet #260
as we walk the ancients shriek feathered song of dinosaurs and in the pond, a rippled grey sky white butterflies' irregular ascent soft handed clouds blindfold the mountains i turn away from information boards extinction: the past's blunt tail a black swan dives and dives dripping from beak's red blade in my wrinkled heart a … Continue reading Sanctuary Walk
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
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
Out of the Cave 