solstice
The moon sags over the harbour accusingly,pregnant, threatening violence –another broken recordsweating winter solstice,tent on a palleton the steps of …
the man who coughs
you hear himfrom the bathroom windowhacking every three minutes or so. for usit has become white noisealmost – almosta comfort …
grip ‘n’ rip
Grip the lamppost side on, fit to rip it from the granite and begin spinning like a Jō staff. Bleached …
out after toast and back after dark
There’s the somewhat dilapidated apartments, greyspeckle aggregate, each with a car a quarter century old sat outside proud as a …
shower
the showerhead is a magnet attachedto a swinging armof a crane abovea scrapheap suckingup car cubes, and it’s so sad …
suitcase confetti
a suitcase burston the bulkhead, its contents confetti –papers, papersgift receipts, train ticketsa sympathy card slicedaway and cuta child’s cheek,a …
blisters
Seagulls on a flat roofregal as robed Caesars – combine the wine& garlic with the egg yolks and anchovy,the hard …
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My Amazon parcel lieson my doorstep like a fingerin the collar bone drones can’t knock the packet turns from pineto …
To which I said nothing.
What I remember is the cockroaches and how no one ever told me they could fly. I was trying to …
love poem
Gas stove tickssmell roasted coffeebury onion bulbsin garden soil holding fingerswearing jacketsthink of nothingeat roast potatoes black caramel cruston a …
the way I think (about the way I think)
Rush past the gauze bush blossomyellow on dark like explosive blasts frozenby the shutter, and heatfrom the windscreen, hand on …
The Blacksmith
the hammerthe horseshoe the iron the heat the barrel the water the rushing release the strain the brow the eyes …
something about butterflies
Always small rooms and square, white places, limited possessions gatheredup, unpacked and packed again every few years. You betsomeone probably …
Things I remember from my parents’ divorce
We were told in the garden, upsteep deep crooked steps – wellies dragged by clumsy feet – grass dancing, rainwater …
Tea leaf
The tea leaf swirlsout the spout, birthedinto the mug – it’s amazingto see how it’s grown,I’m so proudI could cry, …
Drive
Drilling into the barnyard dark, probingout curves like a dentist diggingdown into decay, workingup the other side of the valley, …
Not a preface to a 20 volume suicide note
I am as brittle as a pane of glassshuffling down the same streetcreaking like a scarecrow come aliveas I stoop …
Mouth of the Mine
The maw of the old mineshaft reminded meof the stove-in mouthof an end-of-the-line lush,left gaping there glistening by bored kids, …
Scene outside Chelsea Hotel 1970
The fire escapeis a raggedy spiral thing –a rotten tin box of ribs,have to climb it in a half crouch …
MY TROUBLED MIND 