Raven’s Worth
Three broke relationships down, I stumbled To this town, this city by the sea. Worked Sweat, uncompromised, as each long step hurt Bones, hurt eyes. And, wanting more, I fumbled A house, broke what benefits, and mumbled A word or two about lost pride, to search For things I’d lost outside: a raven’s worth Of …
Memory Games
Bare yellow walls, painted white sill. Books, lining hall, bed without frill. Curtains drawn closed, windows sealed shut. Still air, unbreathed; intimate dust. Scuffed, neat slippers, knocked eye-to-eye; kipper draped socks hung up to dry. An old wet room tiled as flesh pink: toilet, shower, flannel and sink. Cupboard cups cracked, …
A Lincolnshire Field
An hour’s journey ended, the van in which we sat pulled away from gravel and local roads, to crawl that last meter and stop. Tools gathered, the sprawled field, horizon deep, breathed heat along its flats. Shirts removed to awkward rubs of lotion, and caps tucked tight over the glare of vision’s line. We stalled …
This Bed Is Not A Bed For Sleeping In
This bed is not a bed for sleeping in, the rub of midnight’s edge scrapes at the night, for curling, twisting sheets erase the skin. The prying, nettled shafts let loose their sting and hands throw out their fists against the sleight; this bed is not a bed for sleeping in. Where crackled …
Edgar Allen
I kept the candle burning throughout that winter’s eve, where sleep had left me yearning. Remembered summer’s faces, some greener, pleasant places; I kept the candle burning. And found on half lit mirror no ripple of reprieve, but dance of darkness, turning. I kept the candle burning. My plundered head, all night, …
Summer’s Heat
Drifting the art of stars above our moon, behind the blanket clouds and summer heat, to walk the sticks of life, reveal the moon, a blistered coin of white in sharp relief, pricked from the night, the shadows and the sounds, all bit to twist the buzz of summer’s heat; the breathless, breathing footsteps on …
