How far down does the rabbit hole go? Rabbit Nosing the forest With twitching wet snout Tumbling through tension To tunnel blackout Hazing and swooning A crumbling decline Clutching the emerald Bejewelled burrow shrine Squeezing to safety Seizing the lime Humbling the ballroom Dancing sublime Dancer Stepping…
Jul11
Thor and the Imp. “So much depends upon the presentation of the lure, brother.” Asgard! Its crystal waters flowing into the endless void of ether. Upon the far shore Thor and Loki fished In peace for the ever the hungry SnakeFish. “You still have much to learn from me, dear Brother,” Spoke Loki’s twisting tongue….
Jul10
Inside those Secret Universes. I edged into the gap between degrees. Inside I found another secret universe. You can’t map it. It has no electricity. It wasn’t created by a man. Within, there are no post-it notes, no hash-tags. There is no joy or shame, no disappointment at not being able to experience. You can’t…
Jul09
A List of Demands. I demand that people be kinder to me. A woman blends foundation to camouflage her blue/yellow bruises. I swing wildly with the cricket bat my Granddad made from scraps. I demand that I get more hugs. A fat bellied kid dies in an African village. I savagely rip the coverings off…
Jul08
In my quest to escape to the rumoured ocean’s far roar, I wander all my days in the drifts of the deserts, circling the depths of these vast dune seas that burn under the lidless, captious stare of that great flaming eye. One day therein, I spied the remains of a great tawny tower, that…
Jul07
The Tunnel This day was long and behind it dragged a bulky package: a paltry sack of rotten potatoes. A crucial sack that bothers the sides of a tunnel. As the day wore on, striving through to the forsaken end – a light – a dull and apathetically unaware, perpetually measured, constantly corrective light in…
Jul06
The Circle VI – June She swivels her head, that friendly ticking Puts her back to before she sent him packing. Her bright brown eyes refocus on that clicking That dulls the lonely ache and the lacking. Family gone; husband gone; alone, she’s cooking, Cakes for the circle, fuel for the talking. With each wary…
Jul05
A Sunday Stroll through the Village The sun lensed a hole in the canopy enough to etch rainbow flares across the undergrowth and the trees had coughed up a phlegm of bark. Rolling banks of buffeting gusts roiled their sticky goo and made me imagine a keg chested wolf exhaling furiously while above unimpressed squirrels…
Jul04
To Sleep in the Shadows Dense is the umbra: A crawling shadow, Sombre as dusk, Cascading tones of darkness Into a matt, flat pool. The sable hands of night Reach out with raven Strokes of unseen fingers To steal the colour and Snuff out the light. Sightless, underexposed eyes, With veiled, visionless…
Jul03
I spent the morning as a photographer’s model wrenched into poses for sordid 8mm thrills. I spent midday as a sculptor’s tool, scratching out lines from the liquid Siesta Sun. I spent the afternoon as a painter’s longing, slashing off ears and other pathetic parts. I spent the evening as a singer’s muse radiating jealousy…