I will bring you slightly dinted poetry. Bring volumes of it, as I promised. I will sing unselfconsciously, of longings from the early nineteen eighties. I’ll sing them in the kitchen, steaming, in the hot and foaming bathwater. I will ring you late sweet nothings, whispered in your bedside ear. I will ring you both … Continue reading Slightly Dinted Poetry
Category: poetry
Cleave (1 & 2)
cleave1 | klēv | I, night; gentle rider. I, diaphanous warrior. I, literate, silent owl: night. Night! I, cotton knight, cleave the air, as I do as I do. cleave2 | klēv | As do arrows, as do spears. As do crows, to arrive over river, over mountain, over meadow, as do I; to woo, to weave daylight to shadow, to … Continue reading Cleave (1 & 2)