Return of sound

Return of sound threadbare light of a prayer bright as newborn fingers slow sun a buried balloon rising from the earth quiet empty rooms crack like emberssheet of a song slid under the doorthe dream of a storm quietly unlaces the skybird shadows breathe across the grain of the wood sea purrs sucking darkness backcurtains... Continue Reading →

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 →

Hopelessness begins with hope

Hopelessness begins with hopean ember glows inside rememberthe loveless are full of lovea psalm lives betweenthe closing of the palmslightning is a fracture in the lightthe sea is full of silencesilence is full of screamsthe dark of the darknessis a songthe song is brimming with singthe sun is choking on candlesthe choir a single throata... 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 ghosts of birds

The ghosts of birds I wanted the ghost of birdshaunting our wallsI wanted hummingbirdssipping the goldoozing from our charred rafterstheir corpses spill from the fireplaceoverflow from the chimneyat night I hear their muffled rollinto the guttersapples dissolving in the grasscurtains relax back against the glassflowered with sunbruised with birds

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

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