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

A Levee to Absence the cards are brief this yearin shallow condolencea levee to absence,broken the scattered sorrowleft for salvagehow they talk of passing yet visit as though gentle asthe first faint callthe quiet summons to duty, steadfast the whether of breaksthe happiest dispersed days drag through cementmercury for the veins of uscaught in winter, … Continue reading A new poem at BLUEPEPPER

A Farewell by Sea from hand to hand the burnished soil passescupped by palms conveyed in fistto finally settle where dry throats breatheand cake the slow bake of hearts hereheld fast before the afternoon’s conviction we back into the wind to give you journeythe leather shoulder pieces clapagainst head and neck and skybelow us the … Continue reading A Farewell by Sea

It began unexpectedly in an old-fashioned way of coffee and wine. A mug left on a fence post was drained, and a glass of chardonnay went down in one slurp. Jon collected pieces of heavy dairy rubber and made a two-sided flip door into the house for her. Else would drop on to the old … Continue reading COP OUT 26 and the Trespass and Redemption of Jon Wilt Andersson

Did you drink in afterburnthat chalice searing out the onlookersloaded now in the hope of temperatureblast off unreached by normal livesas you leave this burdened atmospherefor even more high flying strataaway from this azure hopebelow your indulgencesstrung like gluten over working livesslowly moving in the clay domesticeach mass now not distinctor visible through corporeal guessworkreach … Continue reading Last jaunt millionaire leaving, turn off the lights

11 July 1916 - 21 October 2014 He is dead then, Cicero receivethe last testament of actionfor you and the believers to give warrant,leave the horses to stand in dreaming sleepno carriage is wanted.All receive the burning remembrancetouch the jet stream -behind doors for each in mourninglingers some small joyat the sight of that sheening … Continue reading Go with Gough, com rade

Soundlessly as you can hush the dawning birds stroke out the birth in soil and air, put back the worm to its house of gentle slumber where the rainbow sighs colourless, check for a lyric that hook and root tender as a baby’s fingers clasping unworded faith, seeded now poised for raindrops wake thin of … Continue reading If you plant this poem

but the sky a distractionof borrowed thingslet down this foolish glossover a blistered pillfor the taking and you know there areother ways to reach the barbercobbled lanes of yearseavesdropped overhangsthe sluice through wisteria a pomegranate whistling fallthe pride of lemons in full showa half-chewed day’s groanas the school bell calls it can grow another daya … Continue reading Going for a haircut