The Source
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."
The Saintly Lives of Students
"There, there(‘s) a graveyard in the college where drunk students in funeral suits smile through tombstone teeth."
Wild Flowers
Join me as I walk past the best of gardensIts tulips nod my wayBut their colours filter through my sunglassesAnd don’t quite hit me...
Watching, Seeing
I wonder why it matters so much to me that they’re watching. When I picture you, pulling up at the side of a cobbled...
Slightly Stained
My breath is since-soured coffee and yours is sweet cigarette smoke.
The two
Its embers surround them, licking their skin and feeding their kisses.
The grey itself
Mutuality was not present that night.
Control
The paleness of your legs made them vulnerable in the light that shone in from his bedroom window.
Interned
My books lay open all these three short years,Had time at hand to sit and space to stretch,With pavement walks, contented times quite soft,In...
Laurence and Olivia
Her feelings were in constant melancholy. When that Thursday had accumulated into a sunset, she was unmoved. The dwindling clouds did not produce in...
Ennis and Marie
Ennis reduced me from the thing I was,Rounded and massive friend of crazed Marie,And lifted me and placed me in his palmAs I were...
THE IDEA OF LAND
Of the firm landscapeMen see muchBut hold little for sure
What they learn is grownBefore workGathers them into a field
Each one admiresA settlingIn place,...
THE IDEA OF HEAVEN
Heaven must beThat old dreamOf my garden, but lasting
When I wake, the leavesSeem to shred In the wind like manuscripts
The pollinated JunglelandBecomes a sodden...
On the relation between Autumn and Spring
The days of Spring are Autumn’s accoladeFor that it can enjoy them, unadornedWith the cloak of sparrows or with the skirt of maize,Preserving each...
SIMONE, WHOSE HAIR IS THE WORLD
Her golden plumage shivered to a mane
That grew the stalks and limbs of flowers and trees
What follows is an apology
it was different back then; we didn’t know, didn’t understand…
