hescho peech

I took my pen from a pocket and, for no reason that I could comprehend, blacked out several letters in the headings and, with not a notion of Situationist or cut-up theory, but with an urgent and divine energy, The School Speech became he Scho peech, which, in turn, instinctively, could not become anything but … Continue reading hescho peech

The Kiss.

He woke beneath a kitchen table. Scattered crumbs rose like far-off prairie mountains on the tiles. Through a slice of window he could see a deep crusted snow, shining on a rooftop. The sky held more snow. He was wearing someone else's jumper. Heavy, handwoven, Hebridian: blue with a daisy motif. He stared at the … Continue reading The Kiss.

Beneath Wrought Iron Ribs.

Beneath wrought iron ribs, Central Station resounds with arrival, with departure. The arch of her lip, her wrist, her notation; these words mark a nascent adventure. * Resounds with arrival, with departure announcement - Newcastle, Durham, Carlisle. These words mark a nascent adventure - candle, cathedral, centurion - beguile. * Announcement - Newcastle, Durham, Carlisle. … Continue reading Beneath Wrought Iron Ribs.

Between two wind-blown trees.

She sheltered her sheets between two wind-blown trees; a worn linden and a sapling juniper. She wrote out her year beneath their dappled leaves, considering the worth of the words on the paper. * A worn linden and a sapling juniper; both told their own long-sown tales and, considering the worth of the words on … Continue reading Between two wind-blown trees.