Category: 2013

1 | 2 | 3   Valediction for a loved one with Alzheimer’s   If you were to open a door in the air, breathe through the keyhole a radiant dram ‒ or say a dormant cutting woke in you.  Say the young vine grew in you budding with urges to be…

1 | 2 | 3   Pass the standing stone please dear   Certain words are pillars; rock, stone, granite, bread, tea.  Lamingtons   even the filled ones, cannot coconut the feelings jelly crystals and sponge- cake are known to leave behind.   Bloody crumbs. Heft some boulders on the cake stand, now…

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The Theory of Knots   ‘The secret is to find the master loop,’ says Kenny, as I look glumly at the tangle of line which has brought an end to my fishing. But I know he won’t find it himself. ‘He’s all talk,’ mum says. But Kenny pays his rent…

Here we give thanks (after Gregory O’Brien)   Because the jugs spring from the mind of Mary (or is it the angel?)   visible over the hills of the promising land, we begin   to gather them to us. Now they crouch   in the kitchen light—a crowd of well…

1 | 2 | 3   Thirteen Years   It’s been a few years; I’ve moved on; the best thing you did for me was leave. I hardly think of you at all any more, so I’d thank you to please stop visiting my dreams. If you don’t mind. I rarely think of…

1 | 2 | 3   Hitchcock Ice-Queen   In nineteen-fifty-nine I was twenty- five and perfect in my platinum shell of lacquer, crisp tailoring, impossibly narrow stilettos, jetstream pointy bra. I was a lethal neutron-bomb of female destructiveness – seductive but sharp – luring men to their downfall on my undulating,…

1 | 2 | 3   Aquamarine   Across the tear-blue field so vast I fly, fly, fly to you.   Chasing me, shadowing me is the mirror water image of me, or   is it you? In this immensity, drawing me magnetically, is only you.   There is the moon; it grows…