A Good Kiss A good kiss smells like nectar-filled factories and feels like skin wrapped over a corpse. Erupting from long-patient seeds, it stands still in the mouth, as eyelids...

      Interpretation of Signs This morning I pray for a sign, knuckles paled by the knot of tightly woven fingers; outside the mackerel sky mirrors their whiteness. I check the butter...

      Bluebells A becalmed sea, the patient files of Bluebell Revolutionaries softly jostle in the nettles, a flashpoint which, stored beneath like hope, softly bursts each year...

      Newborn It all takes too long. Sheep too narrow, lamb too big and rain hammering on the tin roof scattering the quiet. Sunrise still sulks out of sight, out of mind. The...

    Circles A ping-pong chat with a stranger, dots join to form a picture – his steering wheel will turn towards you. However, you hear zero and confide in doughnuts. A ring from a friend...

      Elementary Elements The elementals element-speak to each other more deeply than clever machines pinging out ones and zeroes. That is what the wind said ripping through the...

    His Arms were Cold and Red When he lowered in the fish, they sank belatedly, like coins and just sat there on the plastic liner waiting for night or the first algae to cover their...

      Daddy is a Mackerel Now something inside daddy snagged he tripped and tumbled down the spiral stairs down past ape and quadruped to splash deep in his fish self. finding no...

    Promises This year, I resolve, to travel once around the sun. To notice the moon’s faces, and the stars insistent percussion. I will eye myself in raindrops that cling to naked twigs,...