He sings full beam –clear to the Ocean of Storms and shoalsof stars from undersongs, shiveringconstellations – lythe, saithe and sandeel.In the small hours inner reflections turnwith the mirrored lens, gannets splinter,glance off waves of prismatic glass.His psalmody voices sway and swell,the guillemot’s tremulous hi riri o, his tongue is silvered, shattered surf,coruscating puirt à […]
Frae watter an stane an sun’s fire /
We cam, a crawl o birselt things
Box work
All over the fish / and the knife that continues to work / and the marble slab / and her…
The blood / of the fish / becoming / the blood / of the bear.
To stub an oar on a rock where none should be,
/ To have it rise with a slounge out of the…
Up in the dazzling dryness, mayflies dance,
/ tempting with tastiness all those who dare
/ leap through the world’s skin into empty air.
/ The…
In the steamer is the trout
/ seasoned with slivers of ginger.
/ two sprigs of green onion, and sesame oil.
/ We shall eat it…
When a fish
/ screws
/ slimy up
/ out of
/ the long
/ dark
/ river-
/ downness
/ and
/ bubbling
/ says
/ down
/ there
/ blub
/ in the
/ long
/ dark
/ deepness
/ blub
/ there’s
/ an
/ alli-
/ gator
/ blub
/ oh
/ believe
/ that
/ fish.
/ …
My father came home,
/ His clothes sea-wet,
/ His breath cold.
In which river did the fish swim
/ that mistook for a fly a hook on a line
/ so drew its last, that…
Doun through the sea
/ Continuallie
/ A rain o’ cokkils, shells
/ …
