Tuesday, August 19, 2014





Leave the lawn for the husband to mow
hang loose
out of sight in the attic
without shoes
or an umbrella
shifting
gulps of cloudy
gin

a room without windows
looks out
on a road in the forest

a picture I am taking
and retaking
slowly 
forgives the dark
in
your eyes









Friday, August 15, 2014





Right now 
may be later
than you think

leaving you 
broken
watching me go

clouds slow
above the fences
shake with mischief

murder
for 
a drink









Friday, August 8, 2014





Having a second glass
and feeling 
better
as traffic drifts under my balcony
through a web of diesel exhaust

some of this
goes on
a little early 
for liquor 
in the jam jar

the old woman below
leans in to address the tree
her fire 
dusty in daylight
repeating every sentence
ever spoken
all at once

as the blind-men 
lunch on the present
cross
into twilight
with a pack horse
laugh at the mountain
and the light in her eyes






Wednesday, July 30, 2014






Drinking cold red wine on a Friday night in August
ready for the leaves
to disappear

after coffee and dessert
you are closer to me 
than anyone

who comes after me
with a butcher knife
steering slightly drunk into the breathalyzer 

as police arrive in tight uniforms
under 
the rippling trees












Saturday, July 26, 2014





So wonderfully grim
the train
funnels
in 

sparrows 
twitch 
at shadows

wind and dust
hush 
sideways

taste
and steady you

lift a finger to stingy lips
bruises
beneath the skin

feelings 
we hunger for

close in
on
the search 

for 

the
dining 
car










Wednesday, July 23, 2014







As the sun
comes down on ladders 
to cultivate the daisies
finds a language 
to the sea

you hammer nails
into signposts on the apple tree

introduce the love of money
to my telephone
savour the cheese in the rat trap
dumplings
in the chicken pot

a nice finish
on the burgundy











Wednesday, July 16, 2014





As the sun 
wrinkles sweat from the mountain
cooler heights
stream
over grey rock
tinker with the snow

when tea is enough
when roses tug at failing light
listen closely
the streets you walk
flutter
at the trees