The spider queen will eat her mate
I Important, it is that the hummingbird hawk moth and the humble hare heedlessly high-five, unhinged by spring’s lunatic new moon. II Fat book, fed phrases of flower-drunk floating moths and fierce hares fighting. III Hummingbirds reach Mark, as summers expand, so hares pack up for Scotland. IV Hunkered, hidden toad indistinguishable from the foliage,…
It has snowed tonight.
The land is untouched again.
I watch from a bridge
the night crane in the river
call out it’s mate for dancing.
The Fabulous Bakr Boys I will never forget that day when they went hunting for shells and we found a loss that echoed right across to the west. Hunting among the razor clams, razored cans, razor wire, picking their path though the foaming, beach combing all along the edge, then flinching, a firework flash, or…
He balled up his fist and started to shout Something about a standing order. She pressed the button and kicked him out. The vice-chair readied himself for the verbal bout His red eyes swivelled toward her He balled up his fist and started to shout. He spat and he swore that “she ain’t got the…
Days above, unsure, And patient as a lake, For transition, As a river, from cloud To newly breaking ripples.
Can someone explain How the future seems to work? I peered into a crystal ball And all I saw were swirling clouds. I’m sure it was raining as well.
And Love was in there, Eyeing me up, Like I was its prey. It knew all my soft spots, All my vulnerabilities. And it ate my heart, Just for kicks.
I grabbed the moment. It was soft and pliable But it kept slipping Through my fumbling fingers Like I was catching the west wind.
Approaching whirlwind Will you alter me even more? Will you thrust me forth, Or cascade me into a Blundering collection of loss?