you don’t have to show me your bones, let me rise and dress and walk out into the morning.

yes, somewhere shelters a golden afternoon. Here, rest easy.

I no longer cut so deeply or raise suffering skyward need slips through porous skin, gravities care sifts it back to soil .

like ash, blown by the kiss of fire and cupping the dew of dawn.

I set out to lead you astray, fate, the allotted intersection of life and death, here and now. Even if there is no choice, there is a...

How is it for me to approach your limits? cross your threshold? in silence no invitation or refusal. is passage possible in faith? is...

three beads of hard wood one for each daughter lying down in defiance at the old rules.

one day there was a small girl

there are gaps in my space time continuum there are gaps in my language, your eyes and eyebrows and mouth are flat and undo me.

hook me up to your dynamo, you who have seen it all; patch worked day-by-day and still singing.

edge life, where the blow lands and promises are written testament to change. l

what have you lost, time passing carrying things from our centre then gaps, storm slaps head down we wait to collect again.

You have to speak aloud what your heart desires, and yet find the phrase the other needs for your jigsaw piece to be received.

each pause allows the pushing to ebb and the well of my eyes to fill

the better part of me is mud

blind in January, my legs are guided by the daffodils subterranean latent yellow  power charging  each step further.

Forbearance paying forwards, our yearnings path. If I am lucky I will return as the luxuriant greening of moss, a better teacher.

under the thumb of expectation, dry boards and misery, camped up, wound up. But noises off, something stumbling, falling, a short curse,...

“not my fault, not my fault” said the wind, “out of my way, can’t stop, can’t stop”.   The torn edge of a tree, the loose red dust from...

to be included by strangers to pull the drawer fully open to reveal to the silence the throw of the dice