she occupies the cusp where shoppers exit bringing out privilege’s bright shadows filmed in plastic the weather pretends nothing here no friends no green lace no cushioning from glare see fingers bared to frost-wounds like bloodied stars and skin broken open in climate’s heave & yaw amongst this dirt, this raw rasp of pavement life … Continue reading Mary
(hopefully brief) we are all but sharks in the planet’s glowing tides snapping at spilled blood and exhausted by a need to grow teeth some days a deep breath means looking up... missing keystones and folded tower-blades, all in the seven greys of a dead fish, clouds raked into piles and societies bent low, as … Continue reading a failure in optimism
after Franki Sparke's artwork Night Flight Image by Franki Sparke 2016 eagles rise as birds of mercy refugees on feathered beds scalloping the sky after gunshots and spitting yellow, they face the shadows of silence darkness definite as chalkboards filled with the unwritten morning comes with dust in its eye in their new land dandelions … Continue reading Night Flight
Out of the Cave 