Poem: Divine intervention

  God-like and fragile, the boy Shun gave his lips to man and woman, whose touch he knew but couldn’t handle. Spectral in darkness in wait, him awake and slumbered, living yet lifeless, nothing and other. Brave Shun behind his white mask, a doll’s face devoid of all but the blankest expression, serenity of surrender. Born of fear and martyred this poor boy who loved … Continue reading Poem: Divine intervention

Poem: Even the smallest things

  Hidden, the forest floor bejewelled in fallen leaves and berries, more beautiful from the bottom peering up, than above. The verdant trees hang dream-like speared in sunshine and spotlight the trails through the tall grass travelled by beetle-back and carriage. A wizened owl watches while the sly cat sells its wares in the market square where even the smallest things take form and dream. Continue reading Poem: Even the smallest things

Poem: There but for the roses

  The poet deadheads the roses in the warmth of the morning sun, bidden by the thirst of flowers and his own heart a threatened clutch of thorns. Between the scented petals and stonewall he stole a glimpse and saw her, dressed in negligee sheer on skin that sipped the moon glow and eyes of violet requited. So one look sustained him until those last … Continue reading Poem: There but for the roses

Poem: Blessed he who weeps

  Darkness was their first gift, night pulled as a curtain across the celestial temple of heaven. Rapturous the demons dine on frenzied blood and body. There, where a mouth had been, something new is spawning with jaws that open outward and devour. And him in the middle with his rictus grin and heart a human flutter. Bloodshed brings bitter tears for a fallen son … Continue reading Poem: Blessed he who weeps

Poem: Signature in satellites

  The comet crosses the panorama soundless and lonely in the long night. Its fluorescent contrail cuts the sky in two. Tethered time space, this umbilical through which the tides of all time are ephemeral. Where the water meets the skyline it forms an open wound, There I see your face and there I know your name, infinite and beautiful, and for a fleeting moment … Continue reading Poem: Signature in satellites

Poem: Death’s head and vectors

  Oh diclonius, crowned captive in horns – Pan’s disciple abstinent of guilt and ego. There you dance for masters bare breasted and masked, drenched in the rainfall of your reckoning. A perfect fruit of lesser wombs, man nurtures its own destruction in blindness. The truth of Plato’s cave is the end of fearful creatures. Dressed in your death’s head and vectors, beauty begun anew. Continue reading Poem: Death’s head and vectors

Poem: Genetic synthesis

  The sun god abandoned his chariot, leaving man alone with his avarice. And after the calamity when man fled the atmosphere, his shadow, a lonely formless thing, tried to fill a shape it couldn’t find. Paradise domed over, the dignity of a failed machine half buried in scorched earth. Wandering god, stranger in his own home, where the prodigal son finds faith in synthetics. … Continue reading Poem: Genetic synthesis

Poem: Equivalent exchange

  The sketched circle drawn at the intersection of science and mysticism; an alter set for cruelest nature and laid with blasphemous intent. The human condition, its hidden riddles, broken into each chemical constituent. The most complex equation made simple – the universe is laughing. Palms charged on the circle’s surface, a lay on of hands, disfigured evocation, pulling a thread in time undone in … Continue reading Poem: Equivalent exchange

Poem: Where the White Whale falls

  The quickening mist breaks like waves under the lucent light that was the moon. A desperate exhalation, the dying dreadnaught of the sky. The sword that split its skin jewelled red on metal – an open wound still steaming a thousand lost souls skywards. The being broken, fractured in three, a trinity crowned purple and bared like a bruise. From the dark its death … Continue reading Poem: Where the White Whale falls

Poem: Totoro’s forest

  As the great beast snores his belly can be seen rising right from the entrance of his hideout if you’re close enough. Above, the trees breathe with him. The forest’s heart and hands, though he sleeps he’s on guard for any child who finds it in the long grass. His old friend is still here, but changed and scared into the underground, lamplight eyes … Continue reading Poem: Totoro’s forest

Poem: Islands (a free verse for Free!)

  Giving way to the body’s bias, the womb of the Earth, he slips in with open hands. Chest, shoulders and legs flex against and in tune with the predator, the closest instinct to submerge, surface and breathe. Each their own island he’s the breeze open and stoic. Then there’s sandy hair and an ice-cream smile the warm rock, resolute and rooted in the ocean … Continue reading Poem: Islands (a free verse for Free!)