Homesick
Invariably it comes over her whilst out venturing in the big world, playing the Voyaging Visitor, the sudden and absolute, overwhelming inundation of wishing, just wanting so badly to be home again. Just that. Adrift in a World Class City so brimful of sights galore, awash with sites of inarguable Cultural Significance, not to mention ...
Starfish Angel
Back from your ban- ishment to the bottom of the o- cean’s darkest tide, you lug buck- ets of pearls back with you. Salt- white and tear-stained all- over, you’re small, still, but ferocious. Play blazes in you, an entire sea- side of carnivals aflame. Your several hands unravel re- growing to grasp ever- y ...
Simply questions
What has value/ to you, to others? What has most/ value, and who says? What for/
Alleywilde
At twilight we set off walking down the neglected wilderness that springs up between tidy rows of foursquare houses and silvery rushing trains. There we come upon a garden tangled with the white doilies of a dead queen dropletted bloodred with stepmother doom. Firework blooms of spray and spike burst from banks of thick-bladed fieldgrass. ...
Gretel Again
Lost herself on deertrails
and rabbit trails winding through
stands of snagged branches,
gloomy hemlock and witchwood
saplings, toadstool-strewn, the sort
of woods favoring cool pockets,
fragrant hollows bushy with rhododendron,
geography redolent with the ether of myth
and history seeped through the pores
like a sap. She places, so ginger
for no one
Lately I’m grappling and struggling to come to terms with the prospect of simply writing– without the need for response of any kind, complimentary or critical or simply discursive
