november, this window grows crowded with an apple, halved avocado, tangerine, sprig of mint. a ginger root man, a cork, a silver dollar and a hard rubber egg (where did that come from?). an old yellow zippo, a ufo book, a penny pipe from the thames. a bracelet and a figure in need of some … Continue reading Roud’s ‘English Year’.
i heard a man with a dry cough. i saw a dog with a leg hacked off. i forgot just what it was to wake up in a mess of hot cloth. the queen's speech don't cut it no more.
West Bay, she said. Oh, the other side of Golden Cap. Depends how you look at it. I Guess. * She recorded ambient noise onto tape. Well everyone needs a hobby. And when she returned she brought a gift. - Recording of Chesil Beach. I play it on headphones when I can't sleep. Wake up, … Continue reading An anagram of Dorset
Jackdaws & Witches jackdaws & witches tapping watches, stripping you to the bone. some still can't say your name without stretching all the wrong vowels. i hear your voice i'm ankle-deep in bluebells. my red penknife unfolds. i'm scratching your initials. trapdoors every monday morning, cornflowers, my boots are soiled. the grey birds, they are … Continue reading Jackdaws & Witches (audio)
kitchen window three-ten blues she loves me, yeah. she loves you, too. oh, what's a boy to do? i ask you. on the rooftop, mars. she deems do cower. "please make it disappear." oh, what a to-do? i ask you. appropriate words. now that's what's needed. proper, appropriated, properly words. kitchen window four-ten blues i … Continue reading rooftop horizon
i'm looking at death, you're looking at life. if we could meet in the middle, then we both get to live. the important thing being is genes, i guess. is progeny designed? i cry. look at my fingers. *looks at fingers* you make me think about life and death and love and everything between. we … Continue reading between.