A small black feather floated cresting a hill of warmth landmarking invisible currents Soft pelted, mammal night - & evening birds whistle the moon to rise, remind Lorca’s stars that the frogs are missing them. Between Dvorak’s movements a sudden spate of coughing. Spring pollens pervade theatre noses. The dogs are in voice between curtains … Continue reading December Cadralor
(a cadralor) (i) scene from a 1950s hair salon - California blue sky beehive clouds piled beside the busy scissors of a palm tree (ii) the sun is rolled out like yellow dough long arcs for cookie cutters to dance across on the feet of giants (iii) a glance from the queen her face on … Continue reading after the storm
1) I have tried hairlessness the way it takes from my profile those silver edges. Mammalian softness. 2) The bannered dog sells beauty like shampoo his coat in glorious shuffle Galahs in fearful flight. 3) I walk in the race of cloud shadows wind like falling card houses. Frantic ant highways. I watch my feet. … Continue reading Chorus
Out of the Cave 