Friday, June 29, 2012


(fragment from a handheld device)

these accretions
stronger than the rock
to which they bind

Monday, June 18, 2012


the air is surely thick
with the ghosts of birds

the air is surely coloured by arc and swoop
clouded by song and call

the earth is surely syruped
with birdblood

the earth is surely torn by talon and beak
and made ragged with soft feathers

the air is surely heated by their falling
and carcasses must nest

in the cool earth.
     and with every breath

most surely,  the ghosts
of birds

Friday, June 8, 2012

fragment from a handheld #4

how bright and quick
we burn

such brisance