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.
Tumbled Sheets of Sea.
Tag: shit haiku
If Whitman Sang Alabama.
If all that remained on my screen was her filth, I would, at worst, still stand proud of a morn. And as fade became thrill, I'd sing the praises of bleach & the bleed of her film. If all that remained was the trace of her, the print or the stain of the milk … Continue reading If Whitman Sang Alabama.
a poem & a pebble.
took a stroll out onto the longsands. tried to make a wish, tried to make myself a plan. found a pebble it had a hole right through. wrote a poem. gonna send them both to you. now, it may mean something or nothing much to you - but, girl, i can imbue it … Continue reading a poem & a pebble.
