LEARNING TO CLIMB WALLS

  There can be earthquakes in little towns, far from tectonic plates, on little streets, rarely shaken where we sat, once, on the wall of a garden now obsolete, the summer burning through our cool-lessness as we trembled beneath attractions we didn’t have the words to understand while eyes watched from windows, trying to translate […]

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RED

  We strike matches along the shiny skins of polished apples, bite into the heat of burning coals that hold no seeds within their core, watch our reflections on the heavy skins of those ripening fruit as if it will show us a truer representation of who we might be because it too holds a […]

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PROPEL

  Bait Young love wore a black beret before I’ve even acquired a taste for the garlic. Desire, in the face of desolation, was the fuel of youth and knowledge, or lack thereof, its propeller and I was propelled. Bliss Years later I still hold the perfume- late night, 22, me, him and a motorbike […]

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8 HAIKU AFTER ULYSSES, BLOOMSDAY

  1 Nimbly leaping, Wing-like hands all fluttering. The forty-foot hole. 2 Make room in the bed Said he with key now at hand And plump body plunged. 3 Tell him she says but What can he do, if not smoke? Life’s not a rose bed. 4 Lethargy. Flowers. The air feeds most. Sensitive. Botanic […]

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POSTS AND PINS, LOTUS EATERS, BLOOMSDAY

  Are there any letters for me? Soldiers eyes watch from behind dead frames while he assumes to be a flower. Henry hopes and hosts thoughts of other blooms like his wife back in bed eating bread and singing of other men. Leo sent lines off to lift temperatures naughty he is beyond his Molly- […]

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FOR BREAKFAST, FOUND POEM FOR BLOOMSDAY

  Relish inner organs, beasts and fowl- roast heart, slices of all kidneys. In the kitchen, breakfast, light and air, out of doors, everywhere peckish. Coals reddening. Sideways, squat. Soon. Mouth dry. A leg with tail, on high, fire. Lithe black form- sleek hide, white butt. She understands. She wants. She can jump her nature- […]

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CALYPSO, AFTER ULYSSES, BLOOMSDAY

  Transmigration. Reincarnation. All things come round again. Stale smells fester like ripened leftovers behind unopened windows, taunt like tips of teased letters pressed under brazened pillow. Downstairs, black beast devours burnt flesh in the kitchen next to the faint flavourings of a urine scented kidney. Scald the kettle, she calls and he does, doesn’t […]

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FORGET ME NOT

There are sink holes in the back garden where I stash the stems of subconscious longing along with feathers plucked from the stale fights over ownerships of books and bonds. When early morning climbs drowned dream with blinding light there’s an impulse to uncover boulder used to bury hole and reach in to touch all […]

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IN PARIS. A PAIR. TASTING

  We ate late, always- dinner a meal of plucked observations as much to titillate as to taste. We devoured each other, always- before dessert added too much sweetness to our combative copulations. Sometimes I pressed my mouth so hard against your lips that you’d have to swallow your own words. Sometimes when we weren’t […]

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BETTER THAN NOTHING

  We ate horse, once, at a corner table in a candlelit basement at Juuri’s- everything difficult to distinguish, in a trend filled restaurant where I’d blagged us a table with what you called my Irish charms that your French ones lacked in buckets. Earlier, we’d flown across the water on a large ferry to […]

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