Historic Reoccurence - by
mirror images, mirror people how can I escape them,
my own reflection in the water of time?
the cyclops who survives on unspoken thoughts?
mirror images, mirror people how can I escape them,
my own reflection in the water of time?
the cyclops who survives on unspoken thoughts?
For the times aheadwhen we will be as if at either endof the long bench where distance keptis love’s measure and death dancesthe space between when words aloneare not enough and queued memories reach out to touch let longing be a storeof nut and seed that grows each day in strange hibernation readying for its […]
The year of our LordOf the Flies. The year of WaitingFor Godot. That time when Ike(Turner not Dwight)Launched his RocketEighty-Eight, ushering inSeven decades of deca-Dance. Stalin dies. FromCoronation to Corona-nation,What has become of thisWorld since The DayThe Earth Stood StillTo when it self-isolatedIn this season? I knowNothing much. More thanThe end of rationing orRationality, have […]
I took your black fedora
from its hook in the hall and donned it
for you on the doorstep, waving,
as they drove you off into the void.
News film
of a covid ward
lodged in my head
All who are shielding are Ladies of Shalott
Living in shadows, half lives
what a moment
it is to die
From Barcelona’s looping perifèric –
the Ronda del Mig – now empty,
to Ardamurchan’s volcanic ring-dyke,
returning an eagle’s piercing cry