xo poem and a pebble (voice 210820) cut-up/tissue paper 2015 https://nickreeves.blog/2020/08/21/poem-and-a-pebble-voice/
He took the photos and the postcards from the mantelpiece - the palm-sized slate that he used as an incense holder; the dead flower he'd saved from his birthday: he scooped a scatter of low denomination coins and the glass jar tea light holders and scraps of paper with his hand on them - and … Continue reading Box Ephemera.
Tonight, laying in our bed - feet beached in sheets, salt beads on our brows, salt beads on our cheeks - the thought again about leaving. It was fleeting, like the lighthouse beam that plays across the headland, plays across the bay. The beam that threads the walls of this charmed room is a silken … Continue reading A Thimble.
The pipistrelle circled the darkening square and, with an ease unseen, made a wheel of it; a welcome for the rising shadow tide. The bell, the harbour bell, sang once across Penn Beacon, reaching the garden some time after. The thin brass coloured peal echoed across the three walls of the back garden and faded faded faded … Continue reading Dim Witness.
she wrote a poem once and maybe i'm deluded but i thought it was for me. she wrote - oh - a thousand poems in her time and none but this one were for me. i looked into her grayed eyes and that day they were cameras to me. i looked at her lips … Continue reading cameras to me
I am the ghost. I am the breath of a ghost. I am a sigh. I am the blink of an eye. I am a dream. See these headlights and tail-lights? - I am the nothing between. I am the silence, the siren, The thought and the theme. I am the second hand, the minute, … Continue reading Never Been Seen.