Faiz Ahmed FaizSpeak, your lips are free/ Speak, it is in your own tongue Everything and not a thing is lost to lightthe unheard call waits quietly for dawnblack is not a colour but primary by rightits truth a whisper of account forlorn The unheard call waits quietly for dawnspeak, your lips are free of … Continue reading Scattered People Pantoum

No electricity. This failed proof.Wind and ocean boom in from the south.On the shallow reef waves churn counter clockwiselost for hemisphere. The sea shreds dreams,Scandi furniture swept beyond the point.The great night settles wraps coast and land,for forty hours a stagger of centuriesturns on and off while tide and air detonate. A fontanelle sun illuminates … Continue reading Early Winter, June storm

It was a two-storey terrace. A small front square of garden, a struggling rosemary, standard rose, and a bay tree in a pot. Victorian tiles on a rectangle of porch. The biggest room upstairs, once a lounge, faced the street with windows to step through onto a veranda. An older guy lived in that one, … Continue reading The Big Gas, 1973

Between hospital cemetery and rubbish tip find me in clamour I have called down swans a saltpetre of full netting let swing a while longer the cardiology spinnaker all squelch spine as low as the watermark I remain ungraded Sift letters words and Carats find me in pages I have swum outside flags a recidivist … Continue reading Triangulation

     The city flickers off. Although, of course, some lights are eternal. The canal bends lamp posts catching an invisible current. The sky has a pantomime moon, orange, fallen on the stagey horizon. Cats, foxes, an occasional possum, glow in their own way – eyes out, about, lingering. Jonah fingers the cash in his pocket; … Continue reading Opaque the day, wherein she lay