I’m where my voices led me, I’m exactly here accompanied by their soundtrack; their keening fear I have challenged them and won at various times but they soon start up again, their endogenous whine. The truth is, they’re an indelible part of me woven in, as sure as salt is meshed with sea. And without … Continue reading I’m Here
This is what I remember: forty degrees and a Halloween glow at 6pm; we took our children up Mt Ainslie to see a city under siege - the sewer brown smoke bloodying the sun. The lake dread gold, Tolkien's Smaug unleashed summer ashes raining Written for dVerse's Monday Quadrille "Ash"
He tells me how he’s divorced but it trails off. He mutters about “a lot of silly things” and I walk on face turned to the breeze not watching him ache. He was born in the same hospital as Spike Milligan - a claim to fame. We chuckle in our masks the hill making us … Continue reading Richard
In taut arabesque and sterling trim you hold the light. Pointing leaves exalt your luminescence, moth-quiet, whispering “manna manna”. You show me elegance in the rain. Resilient dancers, your merry tutus sway ivory tendrils in canopy’s sunlit pantomime. And then, cocky-flung and homeless, you celebrate rebirth: the gates to soil’s womb. Written for Miz Quickly … Continue reading Eucalyptus Mannifera
I can see toots in people’s eyes in the way their cheeks tighten I see what isn’t said. I can’t prove a silent honk though so was it really there? It’s odourless and socially awkward so I take its memory home (inevitably) tucked in my back pocket for worrying about later where I might glare … Continue reading Seeing Sounds
From the living room window the park’s got a honeydew filter and the cockies are early in to shred some elm flowers. The pear tree’s mostly in leaf shadowed by the white confetti of its previous glory and the little crabapple droops with pink memories. Milk’s nearly out and I cook porridge a single hotplate … Continue reading Monday
What if exhaust fumes were purple... City buildings bathed in amethyst, and windows tinted to wisteria. Lunching on plum benches in a bruised park, sunflowers nodding magenta. Would washing machines whirl out the debonaire sweat of Unicorns and surfers watch storm water run into a periwinkle sea? Perhaps then, we might look up and notice … Continue reading What if…
Between here and there an escape just large enough for those chickens who stand so whitely alongside that glazed wheelbarrow. (Yes, William Carlos Williams fills my emptiness some days). On one side, marigolds which they love to eat and on the other, their coop and then there’s me. The portal. I wish one would cry: … Continue reading In the Fence
They are tuning a guitar repetitive reverberations like your purring in the night. It is I who phones the vet, an iron filing in my lung. Put away your tin snips; the moon is unhinged enough, swinging from that cloud like a child’s tooth. Just let it be. Please. Written for Miz Quickly Oct 8 … Continue reading Another Thing
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
