[indistinguishable marks]

nothing really matters. not the crows poised trilling with neat claws and important feathers in the corridor drenched with expired notice boards. not the pale white light boasting leftover liquid cereal on dark nights of slobber spinning drunk over sloshy rain slabs and honks that pull you up. not the Kiss, or the sheets thatContinue reading “[indistinguishable marks]”

[if poetry is dead]

If poetry is dead then I am long gone Forget I am writing even as I am speaking Throw the book in the river Bury the sounds I make under-ground. If poetry is dead then I am weeping for if ears have been hiding then what I have been saying Recall the lost sonnets, essaysContinue reading “[if poetry is dead]”

[silence or deafening noise]

it’s been hard to write anything in the past few days. i have held off from posting any poetry to give space to black voices, black artists, black activists and black lives. my heart is so heavy for black communities in the usa and around the world, whom history and governments have treated like secondContinue reading “[silence or deafening noise]”

[wearing thin]

let us meet here in this hour in this place where no one else can find us. like ghosts in the wind let us pass through each other spill our insides out to run freely in the woods. like waiters serving riches let us present ourselves readily dine on moral platters eat ravenously with ourContinue reading “[wearing thin]”

porridge

in my dreams, i am often standing in an empty field of barley. my fingers curl around the bristly heads, as they wait. poised like school paintbrushes to be plucked by warm hands and flung across the country. made into muesli. sloppy soup in frosty bowls that heat an eighteenth century country house like aContinue reading “porridge”

[wherever you are let’s be together in the world]

you want to be a visionary. or a sailor. and it is difficult walking the line of them both. when the view becomes too bent. the world becomes too straight to stand. headaches call too frequently. when you blink and. see only cardboard, smoke, sirens. it would be nice. to wake up on a boat.Continue reading “[wherever you are let’s be together in the world]”

[homemade apple pie]

we made a homemade apple pie. this glorious terrible ruin. deep in summer when rainwater sits hot in july puddles swamped in the north west of scotland. and it is swelling like a balloon in the oven window. its light revealing the flaky pastry. this invasive, unrelenting beam. like a spaceship casting its light onContinue reading “[homemade apple pie]”

[the wide opean ocean]

the wide open ocean was made for lonely women. one afternoon atthe beach i watched a woman stare at it for hours. her hands werepoised on a page of a book. her eyes transfixed at the frothy waves asthey swelled. in the distance a boy whacked the red head of a bucketover and over withContinue reading “[the wide opean ocean]”