I remember the silence.Oh I know there must be sound as well.The care-worn carols and shop-cycled songs,the buzzing toys and once-again movies,cracker-blasts, popping corks and washed down arguments that linger. It's just as we walked, all of us,through the slicing darkand the houses,surrounded by firefly lights,waving Santas, snowmen and stars,and all the colours, seen and... Continue Reading →
This is not a thought. It is a spiked ball that rolls restless and pin-pricksdowneachvertebratill it lodgesand waits,for sleep, for sober, for silence, then pierces soone byone byonemore pour in. A dam breaks with neglect, so too this vessel,fit to burst. When it does there'll be no red flag,just a smoulder of regret and a... Continue Reading →
she calls hey-up to the sky rides the same pattern swirls to the horizon sees a cacophony flutter green feathers silver shines she spies for the smallest unconcerned about this one walking below A yawn for the morning air. She follows the same pattern, breakfast, coffee, kids. This morning she stops, hears the cry of... Continue Reading →
I am framed through the hagioscope, but this is not your prison. They walled you in with freedom, and you sang your own death, and spread pity on all the words that followed. They all want saving but they’re not yours to save. One foot embedded in ancient stone, the other pointed as you rise.... Continue Reading →
Read. Read books, cereal boxes, warning signs, gravestones, instructions (ignore those), menus and timetables. Listen. Listen to storytellers, tapes, records, liars, truth-tellers (maybe), gifs, voicemail messages and sports commentary. Understand. Understand that with each nugget of someone else's world you uncover you will stretch in all sides and you will understand that this is a... Continue Reading →
Observe if you will the subject, the glass across her shows, a clear-cut image of the creature inside, the gluttonous stone-cold toad. See how it sits in the darkness, concealed in the subjects gut, with limbs of purple and emerald green, with eyes sewed firmly shut. You'll note from its mouth emerges, two protuberances of... Continue Reading →
You write so that when you fall, your descent will be arrested, by a silver net of words tied in knots onto the walls. And you ask, are they strong enough, tough enough, tall enough, what if they just break so that you crash into the floor? So you write and on you tie them... Continue Reading →
Today I felt a moment of sadness flicked in from nothing a moment given for the mourning of those who have no other I wondered whose loss I had been assigned who they had been before the trap closed whether they were always anonymous born and died with the light touch flying with dragging feet... Continue Reading →
You know I wouldn't go anywhere without saying goodbye. And I'm not. I'm here aren't I? There's no need to cry. I know you got scared, I'm sorry but leaving you is the last thing on my mind. I know I've been distant lately, work is just crazy. They've got me running all over the... Continue Reading →
(Written at 13, re-written at 20 and found in the archives at 30-and-a-bit) Aged thirteen and late in bed, I realised that one day I’d be dead. My stomach gave a sudden jolt, and in me found a strange revolt, against the idea of ever ending, and I wondered about bending, time around me so... Continue Reading →
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