some shards clipped onto pine needles i saw others dangling from the cat yard roof and i knew the sky to be a mesh keeping Earth safe from the darkness beyond even in this promenade of souls the counting to eternity is fragmented as the light from diamonds
you were an eagle rejecting what school told you and climbing ever upward on thermals to those ceilings which I read about but have never touched i plateaued early aspirationally hobbled chewing philosophical cud and hating the race I didn't know for sure it would be the last time we spoke that day when my … Continue reading A Letter Never Sent
One breast is gone the sickle moon penumbra undressed for the ruler scar beneath - a doctor’s tidiness. Misplaced highway on this smooth bend of flesh and bone. In the shower throw caution plughole deep - damp self pity swirls down cheeks heat like swallowed liquor. Firefly stings on neck nape, the waves pass hopping … Continue reading Showering
(i) Words are like glass jars, my friend. At some point, their being empty becomes blatantly obvious. (ii) i cannot see at all this place is steamy Now you're cooking with gas and it feels like nobody is watching A month or so ago, somebody posted a prompt that involved finding an old poem and … Continue reading To the PM
as I drove I saw a mood in colour the clouds took on the shades of autumn leaves puffy and rouged tinged with bronze against a canvas of washing-day blue the leaves themselves became ruddy lanterns warming softly the light and in the distance the sky glowered school uniform grey thick as a duffle coat … Continue reading moody afternoon
ceiling of domed glass and great the fall through blue nothing to trees-tops where we lie shredded & flossy our splattered jewelery cast about us feigning preciousness a gauzy net of moisture
you have the Darwin awards that you wily survivors may feel better about yourselves clothed like irony in the intelligence of your decisions. oh sad species unclip yourself from false reflections and wash, nay scrub, clean my air of your putrid carbon abuse. run your tea strainers through my oceans like lice combs through the … Continue reading Letter to the Editor from Earth
She suggests I get it frozen and we'll plant it have a ceremony choose a tree invite the girls around, she'll make scones. It is so left field my jaw drops and my mind clamps on an image of my flesh in some box red and pulverised and dropping petals on it in the hole … Continue reading Decisions
after another month of silence I dial the familiar numbers “I was about to ring you” chirrups sweet as solvent from her prosthetic tongue tight-lipped I dream of reversing this silent discord this dull new texture in our friendship some inconstant breeze riffled without cause our yummy sharing, the sweet gurgle of late night conversation … Continue reading Unlanguaging Hurt
i opened a door and there were wigs on sightless mannikins and a mirror and racks of lingerie with pockets in it for prostheses and the woman said "come in" and i stepped through into this new club a secret club for what is more secret than lingerie with pockets in it? so don't tell … Continue reading Secret Club
