Hinge I don’t know how to tell you thisto give you the number of times I’ve tried to say –how the sounds wrap around my bones jagged coughingit’s like… the only thing I can be is hingedconnected but swinging away opening a gap that is finite with a brisk wind ofinfinite apologies each of them… Continue reading Poem 263 – Hinge
Poem 262 – Another Poem About Writing Letters
Another Poem About Writing Letters the page is patient ink is intuitive kind words swarm a cluster of giving in your mind & heart the words are also patient I carry around her letterit jumps in the corners of my sightimprints on bag detritus seeps into nowswhile I finish other things a letter waits to… Continue reading Poem 262 – Another Poem About Writing Letters
Poem 261 – Didn’t All Day
Didn’t all day didn’t open the laptop all daychose the garage & the shedlifted bins & swept steps peeled & mashed potatoesdrowned everything in gravy saw the harvest moon so large & luscious in the skyit frightened me took my breath away & tucked it in a passing wind now I reach for it let… Continue reading Poem 261 – Didn’t All Day
Poem 260 – The Colour Green
The Colour Green ( for Jett) a witch’s face – smilingvomit violently releasing infectionalgae attached to plastic lining co-dependent her pupils in the morning Peas. All. The. Peas. Rolled on tonguespopped between enamel mantis praying on the railing reeling at cicada jogging pants with puffed out knee graves – stained the sky in nap dreams
