Things I wished I had touched

Things I wished I had touched Throat of a snakepaint from a cave paintingthe worn heels of your shoesthe water you left behindcoming out of the rainheart of a wrena snowmanpiston greasedark with dirtsilt from a river you swam inthe lining of your womboblivionall the leaves in a parkall at oncetongue of the windbrain of... Continue Reading →

Movements

Movements Your movementsgave our house a heartbeatyour dance stepssmeared across the flooryour absencecrackles like staticyour silenceblooms within the wallsthe breathing of moths

Sometimes I forget

Sometimes I forget Sometimes I forget about the last of the lighttouching the tips of the fieldsof how the sea breathes all nightof the soft soot of shadowsheld in the hedgerowsthe smallness of a Wrenthe greater smallness of its heartthen I imagine its beatinga buzz that blurs its edgessometimes I forgetdew dropsspider sockshung out in... Continue Reading →

Fatherhood

Fatherhood 1.Navigating the canalyou wanted to skim the edgesto run your fingers along the bladeyou didn't believe you could bleedyou scrape the length of your sidethe opposite of a ploughed fieldbrightness uncurled from beneathI pulled us backto where you didn't want to bethe safety of the centreI see your scars in the stillnessalready starting to... Continue Reading →

A shiver in the light

A shiver in the light A shiver in the light when something like silence comesthe thread-work through the vertebrae the grass lining the skull the sea sharpenedin the sway of glass bows into the blue of the flame into the shiver of light the thread-work of the seatouching the furled edge of the fieldswhen something... Continue Reading →

The paths are quiet again

The paths are quiet again The silence in me shuffles with the leaves feel you hand in mine again the tired touch of sunlight settling in the shallows of my palms the scent of smoke weaved into the breeze birdsong splitting the air expired Goldfinches flutter round my hands the ghost of fireworks I walk... Continue Reading →

Repetition

Repetition You never liked walkingthe same path twiceto re-watch filmsdid you see it allin the single glancethe one viewing?I need to go backto walkthe same paths againto rememberto noticehow repetitionchanges everythinghow upon returneverythingshifted slightlyreconfiguredpaths are madeby repetitionby lovefor others to followto see what you've seento see what you've missed

Light up

Light up You used to light upwhen you saw meexploded from behind doorsthe filament snappeda spray of sootspat over the insideof your mindthe light bulb burstmy feet in tatterswalking on the glassin the dark

Heart as a house

Heart as a house Charred with crumbling wallsall the doors do not closeall the chairs are brokenpillows stuffed with ashthe bed a chunk of icecut from a frozen seayou can feel the breezepressing itself against the crackedsmoke haunted windowssparrows trapped within the wallscurtains in tatterstheir frayed edges like fingersfeeling the darknessthe rust of sunlightspeckles the... Continue Reading →

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