Rumination on the death of a bee You were not there yesterdaylost from the anthem of hivefoetal position proboscis to stingtheir song of home still presentas the flutter of life spiralledresting on the ring of knotted huon pinethe whispers of honeycomb melodytwo beats within flap and fallwhat spectrum tempted you hereto lie now brittle wings … Continue reading Rumination on the death of a bee

One eight six She likes the sandwiches cut in triangles,vegemite and butter and I’m lithe with a knifean even spread sculpting the edges.Though it goes against her pride in doing so,I help with the shoelaces that slip undoneour kitten fighting every finger. It’s a special ordinance rope I carefully plait,we have to be certain that … Continue reading One Eight Six

Shifting times Sleep departs more often nowseeking a more comfortable companionI find my breathinghas become a difficult conversation the doves are too low in the birchesnot safe from south or eastwhere they huddle new eggsan arm’s length from my waking this is the age of tucked in pantscoffee many hours before dawna listening for predatorsthe … Continue reading Shifting Times