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The Easterly

when you're here i want to dance with you hold you in my arms feel the rush of you, your whispers in my hair. your breath carrying secrets of the far-off ocean, your embrace ticklish my clothes disheveled, my nostrils flared. i can hear you now whispering jokes in the dark you don't play favourites … Continue reading The Easterly →

abigfatcanofworms nature, Personal Reflection 1 Comment January 16, 2021 1 Minute

The pieces we wish away…

Mosquitoes can be really annoying: stingy and itchy and bloodsucking and whiny and potential malaria spreaders. There's not much to love... But if the world had no mosquitoes would it still be the same world? It could mean the end of frogs and spiders and therefore, the end of little birds and bigger birds and … Continue reading The pieces we wish away… →

abigfatcanofworms nature, Personal Reflection 7 Comments January 15, 2021 1 Minute

Just some ponderings…

the leaf corkscrews twisting light a falling flicker was Cerberus born with three heads? or did more grow as life tossed him more to snarl at? an orange flower trumpet on a gust of breeze bedecks the dog's soft, white ear did Medusa always have snake hair? or did her brain revolt - every loved … Continue reading Just some ponderings… →

abigfatcanofworms Personal Reflection 3 Comments January 14, 2021 1 Minute

Campsis Radicans

a cathedral the ceiling incandescent tangerine webbed with translucent veins in liminal reds and oranges this cocooning space clad coolly in rubber-like sheaths opening full impetuous lips to the tossing blue here the bee's humble palace

abigfatcanofworms nature, Personal Reflection 2 Comments January 12, 2021January 12, 2021 1 Minute

By the Pool

in three afternoons i watch my kids flourish in the swimming pool (like spring this year) all wet and on fast-forward. they're learning by games not instruction - the simple freedom to figure it out. their porpoising and laughter is sweet relief a kind of nostalgia: summers with my grandparents, blue-lipped cousins, and the solid … Continue reading By the Pool →

abigfatcanofworms Personal Reflection 4 Comments January 11, 2021 1 Minute

The Eagle Gong

And so we created an eagle gong of fencing wire and a lid of iron but will it protect the geese for long? We hoped for a tinny windswept song to chime across valley and river stone. And so we created an eagle gong To strike itself with a haunting dong and keep the eagles … Continue reading The Eagle Gong →

abigfatcanofworms nature, Personal Reflection 10 Comments January 8, 2021January 9, 2021 1 Minute

Behind the Smile

In this suburb, which steps smartly up the side of a hill, I find myself being a kind of peripatetic dentist, gawping and mawing - these big uncovered windows more like mouths than eyes. One home displays two elegant dining tables one for east and one for west each pristinely bare - this is not … Continue reading Behind the Smile →

abigfatcanofworms Personal Reflection Leave a comment January 8, 2021 1 Minute

The In-Betweeners

More rain, long grey worms of it coiling into the grass - this lush green blush, this hurried jungle springing upward. We walk in the spaces between; we are the air gaps, the lungs between in and out. We are paused, our minds at easy, our strides on upswing. Just now, it's us and the … Continue reading The In-Betweeners →

abigfatcanofworms nature, Personal Reflection, Uncategorized 5 Comments January 7, 2021January 7, 2021 1 Minute

Mountain Love Song

i love you at a distance standing bold sky-lit and old spine's curve and bend crest's rugged end, gnarly yet svelte your arched feet. a bushel of clouds plucked down tucked in eiderdown or whisper thin floating away hidden clefts, slow thefts deep breaths the mountain of you without you it's wandering blue my eyes … Continue reading Mountain Love Song →

abigfatcanofworms nature, Personal Reflection, play on words 2 Comments January 6, 2021 1 Minute

The Crows

We drive here leading our wake - a billowing procession of brassy dust - to where the ground is ravaged and the hapless skeletons of broken trees lie in sombre rows - such open carnage. A murder of crows rise at least two hundred strong all tips - wings, beaks & claws It's Poseidon's shadow … Continue reading The Crows →

abigfatcanofworms nature, Personal Reflection 7 Comments January 3, 2021 1 Minute

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