I have had to prune the tree magnolia those dinner plate china flowers swamping shade over everything and the calligraphy of sun on my back mixes the air to a fine point exotica by the incessant call of relentless waves behind the big dunes now puffed up those wedges of agent’s fists and knuckles … Continue reading Semi naked by Winter late

  still smouldering with interred lightning this tempered wilderness life drawings of fire dance in alphabet hills make charcoal smudge the outlines saltpetre heathen tongues peel back these veins as gut for flamenco in the valleys now courts the dragon eludes the celibate dawn will your heart match the wing flap seek without shame and … Continue reading Unrequited forester contrite with sunrise

  Late winter and ducks parade on our roof off key instruments play down each chimney the aged clay pots a fluted wobble of tone while they wait for the youngest to realize the distant brush of brackish view over to the wetlands water seized on crema there must be a fortune to a reason … Continue reading Prayerful of feathers

  I am waiting We were seventeen when you said we’d meet under the clocks at Flinders Street Station, each decade for twenty years I waited for you. Photographed by students, longingly harassed by alms gatherers, still there the third time that other guy, seen by everyone in the woollen monk’s habit morphed out of … Continue reading Under the Flinders Street Clocks

  I am turning left more in the rectangular seduction of streets on the dunes grass trees all knobbly persistence shake a cautionary the belief of footpaths shallow by cracks in their secular metres prise at sanctuary solar streetlights flicker abandon to day fother to a wane a diagonal gesture a shadow of curtsey all … Continue reading flousing the curve

  Out of the streets of the dead swirling in the gravy of their Day I came into a room of cactus and honey where the memory of you span on an old turntable the colour of hand knitted socks hanging from a clothesline of words and all the while a man at a table … Continue reading Malcolm Lowry’s Sports Coat

  The only thing that you will ever learn is that love won’t break your heart, usually.  Tear out those wrist lines paint them in the blood of the goat, carefully. When you hang me upside down remember whether obedience or heavenly nearness, summoned. Hands outstretched offered in peace no longer warmed at the oracle … Continue reading Delphi Descent

It was the sun    of course kissed each cheek    in that Godfatherly way of portentous elegance that glissade    your trademark isotope entry and exit wounds too near    their favoured haunt the record winter    negative decline misjudged by haughty dawn so shallow there    the mirage of three inch deep clouds an icy soak    in Trojan cumulus … Continue reading A Murder of Intent

  a flotsam head not quite ashore treading water     seemingly speaking ancient Greek or reformed Latin who would know these days drifting down a tidal river to eastern beaches water like tea augury symptoms in urine the lost squid in a rock pool waiting for the afternoon tow once hands held out arrival for our … Continue reading Abandoned soliloquy