Going Home: Keats – Episode 2
April 17th After showering, I walk back to the kitchen stopping in the greenhouse to pick some tarragon for my scrambled eggs. Bit poncey, but why the hell not. That … Continue reading
Church Ope Cove
Tethered kelp shakes angry algal fists at boy racer waves. *** Reaching for shore, slow-time tides beat lunar tattooes. *** Oil black mackerel taunt the shore-bound; Slick and shifting. *** … Continue reading
Going Home: Keats – Episode 1
I think I’ll try hydroponics. It will mean opening up the science labs and they are pretty difficult to defend, but I’m sure I can work something out. I should … Continue reading
My Houseplants Hate Me
No eyes to see you. No hands to reach for your aid. I feel the disdain Growing in you; begrudging even the smallest of drops.
“Summer”
Crisp air Less definite now those brittle breaths have passed for another year summer air its humid mass presses down on limbs unwanted no movement until autumn
Haiku 16: Coffee
Sing me dark songs with A voice of ash and heaven. Wake me from slumber
Tanka 2
Breathing in crisp must The scents that herald winter. Understanding that written on each golden page, Shining words of renewal.
Tryst – Page 16
Written for the Borderline Press “Beasts” anthology. Illustrated by James Oliver Firkins.
Tryst – Page 15
Written for the Borderline Press “Beasts” anthology. Illustrated by James Oliver Firkins.
Tryst – Page 14
Written for the Borderline Press “Beasts” anthology. Illustrated by James Oliver Firkins.
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