After Lunch, Ekali - by
September 1st, 1939.
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/ Cicalas burst the air, a heat-haze quivers
/ on the pale plain, the glittering…
language
Avoiding the gods - by
They have come
/ to scald our blood, to call us out
/ from our bright houses to the twisted shadows under trees.
/ Let us…
The Glassblower Dances - by
The words first appeared on a lamp post
/ on a dirty road between a chip shop
/ and some tired Turkish…
Listening for Lost People - by
Spring heat, a cherry / tree’s fresh bronze leaves fan out and gleam – to / converse with shades, yourself…
Letter - by
Here is a letter
/ come across the ocean
/ over the back of a world
/ curved like a whale.
/ I unwrap it, like tissue,
/ and sentences…
SQRL - by
chats in squirrel are limited
/ to a sort of Roman salute
/ foreleg extended then folded
/ open paw on breast as if to say
/ Look…
Wedding Dress - by
A paper lantern on a balcony
/ in one of those old Edo evenings you
/ have read about, perhaps. Kabuki, tea
/ and blossom, wavering:…
Poem Inspired by a Gaelic Topography of Balquhidder Parish: Rev. Alex MacGregor, EUP 1886 - by
Field of the land producing thatch
/ Shieling of grinding wheat
/ Burn beside the dun coloured dell
/ Burn of the mournful bleat
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/ Burn of the…
The Water - by
River names are the oldest,
/ the first things in a landscape.
/ So many times they simply mean The Water.
/
/ And the ones we…
Waffle House Crush - by
I’ll have you smothered n covered n
/ diced n peppered n
/ capped n lathered n
/ lustred n smoothed n
/ spread
/
/ drizzled n dazzled n
/ blazed…
This Is Bad Enough - by
This is bad enough
/ So please …
/
/ Don’t give me
/ gobbledegook.
/
/ Don’t give me
/ pages and dense pages
/ and
/ “this leaflet aims to explain ……
Random - by
for Robyn Marsack
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/ Go take a book down from the shelf and open it.
/ Listen, this isn’t ‘book’ but box,
/ box full…