There aren't so many pirates at the pirate party. Mostly, it's just people at a party. Wayne, though, who I haven't seen since Tommy, me and him spent that week in Cornwall, is stood at the window, staring at the sea. He has a blackjoke, plastic pirate patch over one eye. It has a skull … Continue reading The Pirate Party.
In this window, dried driftwood burns on the beach. And in this window, camellia seed scents the sheets. And, in this window, silhouettes arc and cartwheel and leap. In this window, bells peal and the moth on the duvet counts sheep. They sense they are too far away to inhale all these … Continue reading Silhouettes.
Fragile, frozen-fevered breath I drew the room’s aroma in and out and in and all around this shell the world contracts, begin again. I patch the cracks & map her continent across the ceiling. And there, I trace the shadow hours’ passing. We explore imagined regions with thumbs and gummy fingers, rabbit heads … Continue reading Settle/Smelt Iron, Star & Prism
Cromarty, Forth, Dogger, Tyne, toward these fields, we incline, a-settle & give rise, beneath the tumbled sheets of sea. We upstream. We breathe, we climb. We endeavour, we aspire to a sky beyond this ladder.
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