after the Solstice a full moon comes the sky wrung out in cold acrylic a communion wafer all day it has lingered blown out of the night now in anchor against drift whispering the falling point of water is the distance between a velocity of tears and the upbeat from anticipation to departure evening mist … Continue reading after the Solstice

  I will not read you again Pablo the dusky maiden defence your unbridled hot manhood what a lying cur you were those words of silk intelligence over such coddled remorse hungry thousands at your readings the artifice of immunity all cracked clay in the hearts of men your words now dust from rain the … Continue reading Letter to Neruda, broken glass

  If granted all the Grace of God And the charterer’s benign skill, No end of teasing powers for this pod Could come near to giving me my fill. Words are unsatisfactory lovers – They skirt the question that must be so uppermost, Poorly they try to extend the peak of my druthers. Love, leave … Continue reading If granted all the Grace of God

  An unborn dreaming hunger touched my wrist outside the Nine Acres Cafe counting cars as the southerly broke into fragments the barista’s earnest feathered design I’m thinking of how you plaited the ingot beads and bound up the kneaded lot over your shoulder like a Scandinavian sweetbread a triage of green years passed to … Continue reading House H(a)unting, Fish Creek Victorian

I The fascist weeds the garden Such love in pulling out, Care granted to save the soil and replenish With self made compost of previous remains. They should have known his bitter truth Of all he did for them unrequited; In gentle torture he weeps for his people, And how the day goes down so … Continue reading Pax Romanus (I, II, III) Spare Us, the Conquered

My neighbour died alone in a settler’s cottage on a hill with a dam that wouldn’t repair he went after her although for a while she moved the keys around with a silence that wouldn’t mend not that he minded her grace in easy tides had always knocked him sideways bent him like a conjurer’s … Continue reading They shoot airmen, sometimes

a starless sky changes to oiled boards island palms leak into the past iron at large in the sunsets of hatted faces the manacled lion knows the voice of restless pawing whether it’s by elephant man cripple dwarf two head or in the juggle of homesick blues wavy distance overwhelms the seas circus merry go … Continue reading The Lone of Jimmy Tambo