after Suddenly Last Summer by Tennessee Williams Violet descending, grieving light in the white shadeof a jungle that strangled the dinosaurs,Venus; the fly trap for a summer’s notebookof fine young cannibals along a coast of blazing sandswhere saint Sebastian dug down into sinand beak broke into the belly of all they had namedas enchanted. TheContinue reading “Identifying Parts of You in Plays”
Category Archives: Poetry
To be able to Identify ourselves in Books
We are still, all of us, hungry. We are, all of us, today, Hungary; wanting to be able to open a book,in the early days of trying to identifywho it is we’re on route to becoming,and find a reflection of that selfsmiling back at us from the inside pageswe can easily open out. We areContinue reading “To be able to Identify ourselves in Books”
The New Hats
Movement, into open,this Earth is now an oceanand our toes eager to taste the tide again.Roads are waves,cars are accompanying dolphins,schools of fish, cruising outside of classrooms.Movement, into open,we are astronautsteaching ourselves how to stabilise our legson old streets that come to uslike giant steps onto new moons.Motion sicknesstriggered in these minor moveswe used toContinue reading “The New Hats”
He Didn’t Bite, NaPoWriMo
He was tame, if truth be told-a curtain twitching kind of fool-heartedguard dog making studies of how the othersmade their way through the humdrum.He was sturdy in routine, if not stature-nose in the paper after the Six O’clock newson the far edge of the sofa every night,inside-out sweaters on a Saturdayand passing round the basketinContinue reading “He Didn’t Bite, NaPoWriMo”
The Sum Of
Everything is about numbers;numbers to hold,numbers to call,numbers to count you back to when you last came,to where you came from,to the miles you’ve movedsince then, the things you lost,the weight you gained, waiting.Everything is about numbers;race,pace,the breath you chase,the peace once possible,the place you never knew you were meant to be inin relation toContinue reading “The Sum Of”
Blue in the back bar, still drinking
I saw fateDrunk in some caféEyes of moon and pretty menPretty buttons and a bow tieTombs in eyesA percolator for dreamersHiding bottles before gorgeous wings. Fly away! Love got lostIn a blue lightLives in the devilPours out like holy wineA mouth like yours knows your deedsStay to bleed? You are my fateFly!
The Lounge of No Departures
In the airport barhe was wearing my eyes;circles ripped with hurricanes. The wind reached for my hand,saw me old,took contradictions & splashed themon my brow. Should I make them valentines;the trails, the test? One loves more. One loves less. This ring we’re in; let them lose, win? In the airport barhe was wearing my eyes;circlesContinue reading “The Lounge of No Departures”
There are limits to what we can hold on to
We pick things, pull things,up from under, roots, weeds,things we dropped, things to distract,flowers to fill the spaces since vacated.We pick things, pull things. We keep things, store things,in boxes, under beds, in sheds,under sheets; your stool of supportwhere you watched us, running; out, off, gone.We keep things, store things things we didn’t know, thenhowContinue reading “There are limits to what we can hold on to”
WE HAVE EATEN ALL WE COULD NOT ACCEPT – IMBOLC
Come Imbolc / we’ve left the gate on the latch / waiting Come Imbolc / turn us over and all else / outWe’ve left out straw to ignite ashes into actionInto obliteration / cleanse this dust / this despair Come Imbolc / empty us / our bellies lie openEager to be burped / belched /Continue reading “WE HAVE EATEN ALL WE COULD NOT ACCEPT – IMBOLC”
