Monday, November 4, 2024

Wednesday, October 9, 2024

 Poorloin

 

Holding court with roman candles

my sinking conspirators levelling alienated pause to pause.

Douglas fir and mottled fig

forgiving damp nettled mattress

 

There are words that I can so comfortably write but cannot say

Exalted, stewed,  

After every seventh flame a stinging white light, the match struck on bone

tended

plugging digested mineral with morning-wet fiber.

Outgoing tides of Waihi threading cochlear, ringing and chalky

sud stones

trailing across luminescent sand,

densely packed

toasted grist.

soaked and crumpled, tissue paper underwear

damp flayed

taught on the flat stone to sun-dry.

Hurried solitude of wide gums,

exalted to the violet caws

of pushing outward.

Blind silence of the deep

sink a constipated pit.

Crust sifted to condensation

oil-slick.

tiny white helical colon

one million teething in radiant-

heat.


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For second Rountable Reading- 'Water' 

Roundtable Blog

Thursday, June 20, 2024

 Something about 'Divinity' for Lili's first Roundtable publication.

 Roundtable Blog

Wednesday, September 6, 2023

The thick green like a grout in between giants which are tiles and are pocked and waving. Travelling (driving) which is through or with that desireless thickness that comes from my Pa or the anxiety which makes everything monumental even breathing.