Monday, 30 November 2020

1 New Poem

The Water Line

It was so much taking,
loop and drop through steel
pins and sliding waves,
that was done before I came,

That was done without a flicker
thought for me.

I was worse as ghost
than made flesh, coiling
from blank light of
morning dew starts, glinty

Metal shading for the worse-off
of the two days.

It rushed away, flowering
as hibiscus in fall, wilted
and leaving the bruise purple prose
in mouth and to tongue,

That I kissed in salt brine,
once, and for last time.

Sunday, 11 October 2020

1 New Poem

Sometimes, in Light

The sheet folds were crisp
white, snow caps for the
heat rise of breath and breast
just as pale.

Turning, stirring, the colossal
near-miss of lifetimes
(grandparents’ picture on
nightstand to fall)

Was the only thing that kept
me waking in these same
hours with a cold separation,
a wordless form inflection.

You pass the former foot
miles, new inches we place
between ourselves   and the
rocky waves of pine,

As easy as breathing,
coming home at hard day’s
end, and shelter the broken
pieces as unseen treasure.

I reach through heavy blank
space, fog of circulating airs,
rumbled machine parts cutting
slight figures, until I am

Embraced in you once more:
full circle to footsteps
that once led up rubble and
creaked wood, that became

Paces under one roof.

Sunday, 5 July 2020

1 New Poem

Days of Plenty

I lay,
arms stretched in
darkness noon through
the curtain call,

As you
made the pinprick
acts on me, a tense
equality to protect us,

From hurting
in the bright world,
notions that we
could be kissing

Some days
as calico kittens,
lost in fogs
of harried longing:

Trapeze artists,
dancing in each
others eyesight,
backing away from light.

Wednesday, 13 May 2020

1 New Poem

Colossus of Spring

I took hope in baskets,
came across river brook bends
that felt around ice flows
for a hint of ground,
cloaked as they were in
pale shroud.

I walk it up past train
track marks and police tape,
caution yellow the wounds we
took as given until they
burst out in red blood.

I mix it with sugar,
make honey water blossom
for afternoon tea between
the two of us shared.

I give it to the sky,
set it on windowsills
to drift in coughing breeze.

I watch its bundle spin sticks
across horizons.

I return to rooming time.

Monday, 11 May 2020

1 New Poem


False Negatives

The swipe-swabs go over
back-of-hand skin again,
alcohol tang, alkaline light,
swimming through the bow-break
long stretch of sunny skies
I sometimes spy through

Windowpanes and cutting blinds,
days that pass as punch-up
puppets, characters unreal.

I sat in bright rooms,
clean places with clipboards,
pens tapping off ID
laminate while I waited for words
to come in ways that didn’t

Echo off me, blank and borne-out,
when I’d know victory at last,

Standing up to cross-hued sunshine
in the flipped over tape decks

What mom said was best
about me when I was quiet:

The way I looked up at the
beeper machines and felt peace
with their starring light,

As we were one, in lonesome
formality.

Wednesday, 6 May 2020

Poetry Reading - A Moment of Your Time Podcast

I recently read one of my poems on the A Moment of Your Time Podcast at their invitation.

Check it out at the link here

Monday, 13 April 2020

1 New Poem


Dispatches

I could parrot the same
hunt-peck type clatterings
until wandered time lets go
its flaring radiance through the 
blank space between stars.

I could spend the half-life
of cold former suns starring
into you as a moonlit shape
shorn of gauntless fault
and dancing on river edge.

I could hold you in robe
of memorial, the back corners
of mind where dark words
crept across swampy moorland
I look back on in ages.

I could write of it in block
shape, breaking waves of
illuminated shore you swam
back to, against a battered
old ship stock I keep

Ready for the telegraph tether
I wander in the space of your embrace.