We don’t grow up. We thicken. Years surround us like the rings of trees to sing the stories of our youth composed of times both rough and smooth but either way, a sturdy shield of streetwise tricks and skills to wield against the many threats that loom outwith the safety of the womb. The […]Read Post ›
(updated with explanation) x dominoes in single file but if one sways one tiny bit then one by one they all will fall and on the next one’s back they’ll sit as bricks in a misshapen wall. To punish them for being obtuse a crane lets loose its wrecking ball projecting in to smash and […]Read Post ›
Oozing through the kitchen’s veins. Salty, sweet. In shoogled glass or skooshy plastic. Centrepiece of every table. Meals rotate like planets round your chemically stable essence. Vying for the nightly chance to bask amidst your smothered kiss. From bolognaise to fish and chips. Your touch unlocks their finer tastes and grants all entry to my […]Read Post ›
What if what we thought we knew as obvi- ously true was false and clocks were not set forth by time but time passed pushed by throngs of ticks and tocks and days were not dic- tated by the speed of spinning rocks for spinning rocks were dancing to what ever length of day we […]Read Post ›
When our planet takes its turn to shield us from the blazing sun and shadows rise to strip the sky Her glistening body sparks our eyes at first with reverential thirst and now with wanton wanderlust. illustration © Lori Love
Neck in God’s grip Forcing me forward Well poised to lift Me up free from my world Imagining death Stubbornly sucking With all of my breath My head fills with dust
We’re all born blank, but as we spin a lens creeps brinkwards, sharpening our lives on us bit by bit. We yearn to fill with simple light, a golden spiral, smooth and tight to bridge us from core to brink. But what we get, in part, depends on what the great computer has in store […]Read Post ›
A poem that’s topical all too often these days. We are falling to pieces right when we need to be holding it together. Here’s hoping the great sustainable utopian omelette rises from our breaking eggs!
to count on my hands the times I fall into these linguistic traps that I dig to properly hinder my scramble for land I’d need more fingers I’d need more fingers infinitely.
Amateur astronomers of the western hemisphere will be brandishing their homemade telescopes at the night sky next weekend, in likely fruitless attempts to catch a once in a century glimpse of the only known non human life outwith the earth’s atmosphere. The bounty of their ill equipped search however, is not your usual extra-terrestrial, […]Read Post ›
