HOPE

What are years if not measured by trees? What are weeks if not measured by the growth of a water lily, reaching up from a swollen seed, hoping to surface? What is hope if not a pot of soil, the growth of a single root? What if hope slipped through the letterbox, or jumped in…

L’APPEL DU VIDE

Healing is a form of necromancy; the revival of dead cells, a past pulling itself together, or a future tearing itself apart. I like to believe in the heat death of the universe; in a maximum of entropy, an expansive ending of silent matter drifting through the cold expanse of space. If you blur your…

TERMINAL VACANCY

the police station on platform one is empty. from the footbridge over the tracks, you can see the insides of rooms, roofless, overgrown. local boys gather there to smoke and talk about Pokémon, or football, or sex. one day it will be stripped back and rebuilt from rubble. the phone by the door will be…

STAGE DIRECTIONS FOR MORNING

i. Fatal archer shoots it’s golden rays, wakes a woman from her pavestone pillow. ii. Parakeets cry Mary, blessed mother are you with child again? What will he be this time, A king or a crook? They scream and shit their meaning to the Thames. iii. On a ferry deck a child cries. She doesn’t…

PEST CONTROL

A house mouse scuttles along the counter top, three crumbs from the toaster and some peanut butter, one last supper. Then the trap crunches shut, dark eyes chrome over oil black like freshwater pearls in a wave of brown fur. Other mice will take this as an act of warfare. They will assemble beneath the…

La Tempete

You feel the cold before you touch the wall, pushing your hand through the permanent blanket of icy air. The paint is rough to touch, it dries the oils from your fingertips as they graze along the surface. The wind breathes gently through the open French doors, the night air is mild and honeyed with…

ORANGES (an old poem)

i pass the time being depressed in bed and eating an inordinate amount of oranges there’s something cathartic in peeling away the skin, the pith, and ignoring the deadlines that loom in red marker at the top of my bedroom mirror i consume book after book fruit after fruit drinking only green tea and water…

SUMMER BRIDGE

It was summer in the Sierra Nevada. There was a couple by the brook. He lay on his back, staring at her as she sat smoking. They were laughing together, both a little high already, lost in the moment. Her eyes were dark and clear, like the night sky on a crisp winter night. His…

SUNBIRD

He wears gold and cashmere. He dreams in ancient languages, he interprets his visions at dawn, under the rising gold rays of a newborn sun.Today he notices a stone beneath the maple roll itself over and break apart. A hatchling is released, naked, into the world, its purple eyes bulging like raisins, the point of…

TERRACOTTA

Some days you find yourself in the woods, wandering the banks of a shallow lake. There is a great old willow on the island that breaks the surface in the heart of the lake, surrounded by king cups and gunnera. The water is clear and shimmers with the movements of tadpoles and carp and tiny…