Waves of air
set in motion. The
greater the vibrations
the higher the duties and

The power of
the heart is separated from
the ticking of
ordinary surroundings


Murmur. A sound
in breathing. This is
not a murmur, but
involuntary. A
rubbing or creaking,
soft, blowing, harsh –
fleshy fibres.
Murmurs may be the
night raiment of the heart,
the under-surface of
the heart’s action,
the control of the will
and an insertion.


Callum James is a queer poet, bookseller and magical practitioner. He writes about memory, trauma, bodies, landscape and magic and his poetry has appeared in Ambit, Magma, The Dark Horse, Lighthouse and others.