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Windmills of the void Owners of the night Every yard of darkness Burnt in midnight oil Death stalks me With his imperial golden eagles Drinking his absinthe and café crème Smiling into the crowd Blue-water child Caught between gold-dripped forest Whose mossy king Runs through its aisles The context of pain Wall-to-wall nightmare Hot andContinue reading “Yard of Darkness – November 2023”

Twelve-winged serpent In stable winds, I float I whistle, I wind Lyric unto isle Sweetened by tune deep in forest Water-borne joy echoes From valley to valley Mellowing out through birch and pine A string of dreams Sifting through trees The sun bleeding across the hills Into my closed eyelids The lagoon reminds me ofContinue reading “String of dreams – September 2023”

Whistle in the cool air Waiting and waiting But tomorrow never comes Death remembers my name Daughters of the field Dressed in trim with Fleeced frocks of green Tell me the first cut is always the deepest Mystic chords of memory Ski the slopes of my mind A sorry season for exercise There’s no hillContinue reading “Lamp in Heaven – July 2023”

Honey child Shadow, front and back Threepenny clown All seeds under heaven are equally black Minute-made lake Petals from above As north as south I’m a passenger of death One long fire, carried by hand Burns brightly every afternoon Unleashing pickled thoughts Earth, mind, ear and thumb Two sunsets, soul-bound and ephemeral Begins a reviewContinue reading “Honey child – June 2023”

Numb to revelation As colour to the bone Three glazed layers between us I am a phantom parasite Nature’s second act Is to bury me at night Next to my clipped wings A funk too strong for my taste A single hound Peril, its only possession Chews into my dreams Pumping then parting The futureContinue reading “Bliss – April 2023”

Tropical hunt In winter’s name Grass of the greener world A brag and a reason Dominion’s fury A long bouquet of shadows Doubts written by the wind Combs the sky with clean eyes Margin of emblems lost In a butterfly prison Blue like jazz Folding into hills Abducted by day Free to dream Guide toContinue reading “Purple Tar – January 2023”

Drifting like a bee Reeling like a fish Murmur of song Until I’m lost in field Powdered path Wrapped in snow and star Burns as bright as August There yields of old horizon My soul rests softly between stars Time stitched together by sunset Tune within me Unfinished creature Oars divide my soul Comb dividesContinue reading “Murmur – December 2022”

Between bliss and me Grows a berry tree Under molten blue pyrites Indulge in law and sequence Paid respects to the Grand Old Party Each word swallowed up by the sky A new danger behind the door His furniture, an economy of pain Pulling down the slums with his hand Street and field Let themContinue reading “Candlelight – December 2022”