It is unwise to speak to the dead. Kit had delivered the 100lb coal bags to the drop point past the steel rails for the whale boats. The shunting clipper was anchored offshore beyond the reef. The shallow landing at low tide also allowed the bullocks to cool down and eat the kelp. The cattle … Continue reading A Siren fails Before another’s Lament

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

Just becauseI’m on my kneesdoesn’t mean I’m down I could be praying, hell Just becauseI can’t affordyour lazy opinion Doesn’t mean I’m poor, no Just becausethese hands hold dirtdoesn’t mean they’re clenched They may be cradling, yes Just becausein each of them a life lineholds a garden’s sanity Doesn’t mean I’m rising, yetFirst published in … Continue reading Three Chord Morning

we should do something about pain managementmy doctor Eileen concerned my talon handswhat was my good kneeand the dull ache in my back need My Body is a Temple OK? pressing the green pensioner buttonOld Bill comes in the reception doormoves slowly a square rule on a caneacross and out the waiting room slider a … Continue reading Jesus, They Must Think I’m Dead

those who talk of standing sleephow they curl like catssnuffle ground as wingless dragons or idle attent in the full sun because there are not enough daysto feel earth undulate in the tease of burlap pose rump into the weather always alert for the summonsthe startled flap of ploversas unshod hooves cherish gallop then call … Continue reading They don’t know about horses

it is the thing about sufferingthe excuses of a friend’s gobbling cheeks full with unknown currency over the ankles in sandthis slow thaw to conscience weathered, open to sky every now and thenwhile dragging knees toward it a glance of redeemed sunshine clapping foreign discoursewhere every shadow is anonymous identical to the core how our … Continue reading There, but for the grace of a stranger