EARTHWORMS Pink entrails of the earth rise, half-drowned, all-blind and writhing. How unthinking and stupid these no-brained are! Useless and flaccid after rain clogs their soil-bed and the scatter to the paths to be baked by the sun, eaten by birds and laughed at by big mouths above pounding feet fed by the 1,750,000 otherContinue reading “Do not slight the earthworm”
Shining in Brightness, my first book of selected poems, documents the hopeful years of 18 to 30. I hold a special affection for this creative scrapbook. It is a nostalgic artefact of a time period I declared ‘a mystical decade‘.
For World Poetry Day last year I wrote out the fanciful myth I have constructed about how poetry precipitated my birth.
Roll up! Roll up! To see the hairy Caucasian lady with her mandible chin hairs protruding since she long gave up plucking or pulling or waxing them off. And nobody else cares to do it for her. Hairs and cavernous wrinkles! Roll up! It’s not a wig. That’s naturally grey. Under the chin? A wattleContinue reading “The Age Show”
“His father beat him around the head. Only a little bit on Wednesdays, after pay day, or on Friday late, after the races. Clean up your mess, boy!” The teachers preferred her creative writing to include such notable topics. So mature for her age! — In the accompanying essay to yesterday’s posted poem, I wroteContinue reading “She’d read it in books”
I learnt not to throw a tennis ball indoors. That’s how you shatter a ginger jar. I also learnt one should not break a violin bow. Did I snap it or cause the hairs to explode? If your nose is running, and your mother is pinning your ballet costume don’t move. If she pins you,Continue reading “I learnt”
‘Tis the night before I head off to find Christmas. with an inflatable bed and homemade biscuits. All through this lodging there is hardly a clatter; only Depeche Mode on my laptop and my landlady’s patter. To the front door she shuffles and hooks up the chain. Yesterday’s outside, while we’re bolted in. 22/12/13 —Continue reading “A quiet night preludes the festivities”
Sixteen years of stiffness ease into front-splits right side and left. “Now you’re showing off.” The yielding body laughs. It remembers how much more it once could do. — Recently, we’ve been doing a lot of limbering up and stretching in classes. During my adolescence, I took ballet lessons three times a week. Perhaps IContinue reading “The Benefits of 320 Kicks”
That trick where the tulips turn menacing like the mushrooms did two years before or the sharp rust glimpse of fox made thought or the transported flea conjoining lovers Ah! Lettered objects finely wrought, still so far from my window. — Can you guess the three poems referenced? If you enjoyed the aboveContinue reading “Emulation”
I have small veins that have been drawn in sinks of scalding water and vigorous smacking. Stopped at the upper arm and with a pumping fist, the supply is best tapped by the finest needle. It is sometimes easier to siphon off blood on Tuesdays for doctors’ records than write poems twice a week. —Continue reading “From a Stone”