The cockatoos came home todayall showy insistencerowdy language hanging from every limb ravenous camping teens stripped the pear treeto a shrivel of skinsa dishevel of band aids the cupey-eyed passion fruit happily just flower in Bilson Street shoppers watchedthe low tumultuous skyturn this way and that across the garrulous horizon a nonchalant blink of avian … Continue reading Of a flock, returning
Skinning words, two-part arrivals She came back, suddenly god eats your soulAt 3.47 this morning like a custard tartI’ve learnt not to ask pushing the crumbs of boundaryWhere she’s been from the corners of mouthsI turn over, put my head a knave of bachelorsBetween her shoulder and breast wayward as a slipped jibThe way I know … Continue reading Skinning words, two-part arrivals
do not fall in love with a Godwhen they say foreverit is the duration of vanity only out of my breathless ossuarythese slow secondsturn within themselves a tapestry made of stone Eos asked him to make me eternalwe were to be beautiful togethera hand aside the mouth of Zeus his incremental curse of immortalitya hover … Continue reading Tithonus and Dawn
My dear Lizzy if I may still be so boldafter 51 years of absence from Longbournexactitude being a virtue amongst friends,as it is to be precise as it is to be worthycan I speak of that struggle so containedby society’s rigours of want for decorum?Be assured I delight in the fortunesof the other Miss Bennetts … Continue reading A not so recalcitrant reader returns to Pride and Prejudice, Jane I remain Yours, &c.
At times my body heatpresages combustion,but we’re in the Eye of Usthis constant iridescence,my VU bright litin the red corner. Going off like radiationa heart ticking boom,an amplifier out of modebut so mellow,the bass specificno matter how the EQ is justified. A kid’s month is a summer tortoisethe day a year of beach towels,before the … Continue reading Birthday Stereophonics of the Elder Kind
doves banter the night throughmade sleepless by the south’s revivalcoming in hard pushing northern dust to groundmaking claim to earth again rain brings the splotchy ozone downthe ordinance of sky restored on the highland road puddles make nonsensetrees lift off closing roadsthe detour is a waft in fogwipers pout vain against humidity the navigating voice … Continue reading To an artist’s retrospective, Jindivick
Lombardy poplars held magnet to the skythe slow horizon a repast of moonto lick the salt bone of starsmy hand bleeding from an oxide barb a fortune told by every runnel catch at them as they mindthe fat house cow kicking outagainst the pollard grip of entrapmentcold lambs asleep by the wood box fire mothers … Continue reading Under wisteria, Valley Farm