Murmuration

Too much, I feel the vibrant geometry of all those starlings, each with their own dance of effort and immersion. The skill of dropping in to links far deeper than the thoughts in any bird-brain. Grace manifest, each feather tilting in a shared cohesion to lift a bird,...

Small Talk

Unlike my friend who polishes her stories so they shine at cocktail parties, I have daily flecks of gold free at water’s edge. Still timid, the questions hide, when what I want to ask is: what have you summoned lately? what are your dreams conjuring onto your...

The Burgher

I saw myself, a sideways glimpse, sneaking past my fear to find someone else to do my work. Not just the obvious aversions but also the care of my fiefdom; baker, lover, monk lined up for pay. The glance forward to a bloated self watching a coach on my...

Banners

There is a howl that echoes in a ragged hole where I rarely hear the wail of my own need, anger pulsing aimlessly. All these stories of love denied, light covered, joy squelched in the mud of propriety. Salt from unshed tears lining my rancour, a chemistry of...

Oh

This is so good; sensual joy from nerve ends conspiring to sing their rhythms in vital comfort — not blanket or escape, deep quiver of raw freshness. All is well, even here on the charred planet, soft couch, memory of torment in the eye of a storm still raging. This...

Crossroads

Travel or don’t, listen or speak, learn or teach, journey out or in, no problem   just taste the wind to discover whether you are finding or seeking   the seeking can raise your head so that you stumble   and uncovering is...