this wind kicks pieces of autumn through a slatted fence and my stratospheric eye chases neon in cerulean blue - orange pekoe stars from plane tree toss. this day is poised before a seasonal hand shakes down winter shutters, the rattle of bare wood and trigger breezes, sunken sky and the whip-snap of frost in … Continue reading Transition
Le Sommell by Salvador Dali Lately she finds sleep propped on fragile sticks // vinegar nights their pale heat blanching the sky. Closed eyes reveal nothing but absence // unbalanced retreat of shadows into thought. It's all a constant toppling, reaching for Earth but thrashing on... this cursed flight Written for dVerse Quadrille Monday "In … Continue reading Insomnia
yes, you hang untainted by the rusting of trees or their bare-fingered poking all these days of rain fall, falling, fall full moon round as possibility a vast, bright musical note in your stave of power lines washed clean in the black glass sky star choirs mute and brittle the thickness of a cloud its … Continue reading full fall moon
Or Rejecting Trajectory Let the night leak in, and distant fog from lamp’s yellow gaze... chemical smoke, and history, green the dark. Maybe cold can save me from drowning among blood-warmed black drapes, whisperless and listing. Far-off, like wishes, my bones walk in moon grit and the echoed twittering of disturbed birds. I’m still wondering … Continue reading Disbelief
Black Mountain Tower raises its hand, claiming clear air from low cloud smudge left by yesterday's rain. but the sun is distracted long flamboyant arm chooses a flock of birds, their timeless endeavour - sky-tiny and intrinsic - refugees from light to light. perhaps this is how the world will end - a triumphant sparkle … Continue reading Beauty
Captain Morning have you always been? Holding the tiller, prow skewed in among cloud layers Imagine one enormous star baked into sky’s dark bread infinity’s rising yeast and can you hear the breaking? Brittle crack // a toffee eye sheets down, permanent raining Captain Morning skipper of waking your yellow fuzz warms my neck, bids … Continue reading Captain Morning
this woman measured in tears stands oblique to the drumming when she bends her head those ears like waterfalls and shoulders calculating ache if ache could nestle or if ache was some thing between blades chopped onion or the stretched cord you don’t want cut letting go the crying. Written for msjadeli's dVerse poetics prompt … Continue reading letting go
In The Carpark in the carpark long puddles my wheels splinter a church steeple and wobble autumnal trees later, feeling daring I plant my boot in the wide grey sky and watch it rattle like wind juice Written for Twiglet #277 "wind rattles"
The chicken preens. Filaments of skin, feather tip casings: fallen yellow like static on my sleeve. How readily it knows the art of being itself - a million tiny recollections of an unmet mother. But in the yard magpies ogle. I have my uses. written for dVerse Quadrille #151 (44 word poem including the word, … Continue reading Mothering a Chick
A Cadralore (i) generous celebrations parcels wrapped in newspaper intriguingly initialed WLFMAD in thick black texta (ii) we’re all born a bit shrivelled sultana'd in the womb but my ears retained it curling from my skull sometimes I pin them back and imagine mixing two-part adhesive with a match stick on a small off-cut of … Continue reading Gifts
Out of the Cave 