+++ there are mornings for saying yes. yes to getting out of bed early – even though it’s chilly out and warm under the covers. yes to filling a thermos with hot coffee, putting a packet of ginger biscuits in my bag, and stuffing my pockets with spare camera batteries and a head torch. yes […]
one alone remained. all supernatural bewilderment heavy enough for any dream. +++ Every morning for the past few days I’ve been making weird blackout poems. I’m doing this in one of the secondhand books I bought on the weekend. This is one from a couple of days ago.
Tyranny by Ishbel Veitch Oh, the thrust of Words, and their violent importunity – When the night is deep They pry their glow-worm lights under my eyelids And will not let me sleep. Oh, try and be gentle, Words, and do not torment me As you come in hordes, Using against the brain that seeks […]
one you can sing to the clouds one that knows what to surrender one to hum whilst you walk one to recite before bed one you shout from the rooftops one that can be used to moisturise your skin one you sweep under the corner of the rug one that got stuck to the bottom of your […]
i am dirt-covered knees and prayer-less divinity; the lover’s embrace, the betrayer’s last kiss. i am the boiling cauldron and the empty cup; the watchman, the thief, the smouldering ruins. i am infinite wisdom, the simpering fool, the storm & the shelter the search for lost time. i am one thousand promises, all of them […]