Autumn, drying leaves, fallen apples rotting underfoot, sullen teens attending to bitter, underloved instructors. The horses at their paces, steamed breath pressed out from heated tunnels into colder air, like a dying dragon's last smoke flowing from within buried caverns. This bitter liver, swollen, the dull right ache. Lager and cider - wet blankets for … Continue reading Now We Are Cold
On Everest/ in snow
Husbands with children are sherpa lost in a blizzard on slippery ice where the air is thin blood vessels leak and ghosts begin to beckon -Martin Burns
In the Dark of the Woods
Sometimes things just snap
Almost got to touch you, tonight. Caracal... you purr. Cat. Nails. Some light scratch. Tail slipping through grass. Almost got to touch you.
Heart on the Grill
It's a bitch that spits, bites and claws - this thing that lumps us into rooms together. I know people who move side by side all the time, parallel, never meeting, don't touch to chat married, Squirrels squirreling nuts for a winter that never comes, busy busy busy Falling off power lines, smack onto the hot grill … Continue reading Heart on the Grill