not something, but nothing
I’m calling you because I could really use a friend. (Yet I don’t call, and we don’t speak.) Was my invitation lost in the mail? Is this an intentional bruising with silence? This – not the first time – caught in…
christmas in cornwall
+++ the sound of the rain battering on the roof & dripping down the chimney – the ocean, right outside our window – bats swooping silently close to our heads poked out the window – the fury of the storms…
but delightfully
but delightfully, as if delight were the most serious thing you ever felt. – mary oliver
a billion suns
a billion suns this body was once a thousand miles old a hundred feathers wide an infinite teardrop deep. one part of it was light one part of it was hunger one part of it was open one part was…
in this brief half life
in this brief half life spring the morning feels delicious/all wounds explained here, all hurts let fall, all knives bandaged, all empires arrested. all castles unbuilt, all symbols embarrassed/ a fragile glass crown at the broken heart of europe-the holocaust…
remember
You are not a troubled guest on this earth, you are not an accident amidst other accidents you were invited from another and greater night than the one from which you have just emerged. – David Whyte, from What to…
self-portrait
I am a factory of wishes; my conveyor belt full of fierce possibility. Dust follows my silhouette: catching the light, it floats like stars – a universe taking shape beside me.
artisan roast, concrete wardrobe – edinburgh day three
artisan roast, broughton st +++ Take sweet peppers, red ones are fine, orange acceptable. Hold skins to direct heat – driftwood flame or naked gas. Turn as they blister. Don’t do your own skin at the same time. Allow them…
(Untitled)
the workshop the blueprints the coveralls the boxes of parts the welder the nuts and bolts the elbow grease the prototype the clips and straps the backup ‘chute the safety checks the moment of truth the burst of fire the…
the far field
The Far Field (I) I dream of journeys repeatedly: Of flying like a bat deep into a narrowing tunnel Of driving alone, without luggage, out a long peninsula, The road lined with snow-laden second growth, A fine dry snow ticking…
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