The Source
Matchstick Cats
Mark and Trev were surrounded on the bed of the truck by old wooden beams and bits of furniture – debris of a life that wasn’t theirs – and...
Ode to a Nearly Beloved
"As though through tracing paper, I etch your features onto faces of strangers I’ll never know."
Pink Tulips
"I want our story to be one of fields of flowers and quiet sunsets. I
do not wish for violence."
Tangerine
"Picking apart the peel of the ripest fruit, prying open its flesh."
cry, tears
cry the way you cry when you
reach the shore again
Hard Pressed
Why do I need to pick
those flowers that are screaming, “I am alive!” to kill
between
the pages of a heavy book?
Movement
The energy in the trees was palpable-
at once pulsating and swirling
Conversations with my Lover
The fat little curves of cats’ bellies,
and stiff white peaks of egg.
Personal History
You want to understand how someone could be two people. Why you failed to recognise it at the time.
You
Regaining my youth only means losing you all over again.
At the Station
A laugh into the silence, a step into the stillness, and a single breath seems to make the station tremble.
En Attendant
So sit on the roof and watch remotely
The wind that makes the spires dance there, slowly
round
of feeling directional
The Sheldonian
That is the beauty of the concert. Music threading its way in and out of the thoughts of a hundred vague spirits in the audience.
Unterwegs
So let us meet at the station, then,
and what happens after we can decide again
Affairs
like landmines or arms holding someone they love
Ping-pong
Stupid rules are still rules
Addressed to the Stones:
We’re alive and beyond comparison
