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​It has taken until now to begin;
for my throat to form the sounds,
my mouth to mimic
the shifting shapes of sorrow
and release them into the air.

I am an infant, grappling
with the birth of language;
each word connecting
and disconnecting me
to and from myself.

Love letters crawl from the
tar pit. Black, sticky,
coated with grief, they slip
beneath triangles that
no longer tessellate.

As the banshee leaves
all that remains in the
blonde light of morning
is a girl, so much stronger
than me before you.


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The sound arrives
on the tail of rain;
low-level hum
held in fiddlehead cocoons.

We listen, rapt,
as tender vibrations
climb velvety stems
bathed in long summer light

and as I lay half-curled
in the crook of your smile,
we turn our arms to the sun
and let the newness unfurl.

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Gardening with Ghosts


Autumn slips
through crumbling trees,
clinging to lichened limbs.

I watch you
from the kitchen window,
quietly raking leaves;

your pain
a red brick tick
in blazing bonfire eyes.

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Mrs Reynard

fox 1

You get used to it,
the carnage,
the ruptured bodies
of the small and the not-so-small,
waiting to be steam-rolled
into the tarmac.

The children used to cry at the rabbits;
innards glistening, torn fur
spilling scarlet ribbons
onto adamantine grey,
but even tender hearts
become anaesthetised
to the horrors of the hedgerows.

Strange then
that the fox should jar me,
so serenely intact; no visible marks,
no metal tears or twisted entrails
as if he has lain down,
in his exquisite, toffee tailcoat,
exhausted from the coop
or chasing a moonlit hare,

cleverly positioning himself
in the middle of the lane,
to avoid having the breath
and the guts tyre-squashed
out of his body, as slick blacks
pass on either side.

I drive on, the day unfolds.
I work, eat, talk,
mostly at a distance;
life underwater.

I am not here.

I am there, always;
on the unforgiving surface,
lying cold in the road,
burrowing my desperate need
into his unbroken fur,
what little warmth is left
from his small, ruined body.


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The Glassblowers


The last time
was in the en-suite bathroom;
a wretched, accidental collision
in full view of the purple counterpane
and the torn loneliness of the antique bed.

The damp-freckled mirror bore witness
to frantic, tear-drenched kisses
as hands traced half-clothed contours
and fingers mapped crevices
that had lain untouched for months.

Fumbling in the heat of our howling,
in the suffocating sand of our gulping sobs,
we scrambled, trying desperately
to grasp the absolute death
of all that we knew.

Cradled in that granite womb;
out of the grief of our blown-glass past
and the furnace of an uncertain future
we traced the ancient shapes
of everything we were about to lose.


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foetal 2

foetal position by underdos on deviant art

Slaughterhouse days,
when the rawbone ache
saws through the haze,

splinted limbs
lacerating sinew,­­­­
at metronomic muscle.

Sickly marrow
and soft warm blood
the butcher’s block,

as we,
curled foetal
in familiarity,
wait quietly
for the hook.

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despite our thirst for kindling
we dwell mostly in the dark,
squatting in the ashen embers
of yesterday’s blaze,
for the spark

done with desperate days
running clamorous corridors,
flicking switches,
rocker clicks
uncontrollable licks

preferring now the balm
of a quiet twilight,
waiting for Eos
to truckle voile,
unfathomable vacuum

or simply sitting with silence,
awaiting the hushed glow
of a naked wick


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Lacquer clogs my early morning mouth.
Spitting curses and acetates, I watch
as her barely-there bottom

perches on Kohl-smudged porcelain,
spidery legs dangling from the
toothpaste-tinged rim.

Eye-liner daggers drawn,
parrying tongues and tangling elbows
we jostle for space and giggles,

jousting in a lotion-cluttered arena,
hairspray mace and mascara lances –
fighting for glass.

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Heal ~ Triple Haiku


lunar-lit steel sea
recedes towards horizon –
black rock emerges

clean breaks don’t exist
brittle sticks splinter in two –
multiple fractures

rain persists for days
until clouds evaporate –
arched prism ascends

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The Door

The bedroom door has always creaked,
though more of a squeak in the early days.
Should have dealt with it then, a bit of tender

loving care, a spot of oil here and there
would have gone a long way. Not a problem
in the day, all the noise and bustle,

just at night, when the kids are asleep
and quietude creeps that it disturbs.
It’s the hinges you see,

been corroding for some time. Rust – just
sneaks up on you from behind, and suddenly
it’s everywhere.


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