The carers recommend walks and so she watches the passing of concrete beneath feet and stick. Her brown cardigan cranked to arching and her free hand behind her hip trying to fend off pain’s whorls. On the path a tumbled camellia bends its colour to every foot... she remembers dancing with Charlie Written for Twiglet … Continue reading Kyphosis
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
茶 I saw you at the beach today sharing auburn like a breeze and that one tattoo, soft on your neck red hair sunset the smell of oolong cha Written for Twiglet #288 "Sunset in a cup"
a rush of light between buildings and everything is white or black or singed with silver like a knife’s flash or a fish’s leap and there I am age 8 and the river is weeping while trout heave and thrash on death lines under a quiet sun Written for Twiglet # 281 "quiet sun"
tug and away they go 1400 stadium seats like a snail shell unspiraling down a plug hole it’s just a binary whirr, green and grey moving shapes tickling my eyelids the next day as we hurtle toward that silver car which ran a red light I wait for new dreams the dividing of shin bones … Continue reading dream dremel
In the Carpark in the carpark long puddles my wheels splinter a church steeple and wobble autumnal trees later, feeling daring I plant my boot in the wide grey sky and watch it rattle like wind juice Written for Twiglet #277 "wind rattles"
Out of the Cave 