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    Wanting Joy Glory be to the changeable wretch I am       condemned to dance within. Spirits thumb a ride       surging synapse and hurling ourselves in directionless tangles. Joy is hard. Joy must. I seek sepulchred secret caves inside guts where sin...

    LAZY ABECEDARIAN FOR SUMMER MORNING PRESERVE ROUTINE A pile of kitchen-stove kindling twists Braids with achamma’s kuttichattan hair ribbon Creasing her fingers when she crushes a twig Dew-dropping her brew for new mothers in Early morning rose-light we...

    spiralling during Planet Earth Attenborough’s voice echoes in my head (like God) He says that we need to act now (draws us all in with baby orangutans and birds that look like aliens.) Because otherwise, no one cares. Does he know that? Current levels of...

    Mountain in Winter White ground, and white sky / / / And white trees, and white light. Hiking along the path of a mountain’s ridge. . . Twisted branches hang like misshapen cages; bird-prisoners sing their little laments inside / / / And it is so cold....

    Intruder A rattle spikes through my ear. Tin, tin, tin. Tintinnabulation. Fingers seeking their way in – sneaking, screaking fingers, scratching at the metal, scrambling for the bolt. Ding dong. What a racket! Tin, tin, tin. I’m on the sofa blinking at...

    High An arctic tern will fly 10,000 miles to flourish in two summers worth of light; so I was high after he died, chasing sun on the wing, though directionless. I swallowed three green capsules every night, peristalsis pulsing them through my scorched...

    We Secretly Hate You Here's our booth, come sit with us for a second. Come share this necklace with us. The vibrations here are excellent all night. Have you read Mira Kirshenbaum? That's okay. Have a sniff of this. It's meant to hurt a little. Listen:...

    A NOTE ON PINK These things are pink: tongue; blush; intestine. Candyfloss. Ham. Flamingo. This much we know. The lotus flower is an excellent example of pink. The pink grapefruit is internally pink, but externally a warm peach. A sunrise is sometimes...

    winter monsoon, Bangkok, 2020 in Bangkok students amass asking after the disappeared in the shade of a banyan tree cut in half, in a diary twisting sugar with ink a seer wonders how to speak of what she has embroidered of a night world of frangipani...

      Beachcombing at Night I find a broken compass behind his right ear, two Euros behind his left, bent spoons in each armpit, AA batteries behind both of his knees. He hands me a torch, nothing happens when I flick the switch. ‘Ah!’ I swap the...

      Sunday Mornings You place the pieces on the table pendulum  rocker-arm  weights  escape wheel use a toothbrush      frisk the cogs There is a limit to tightening the time a risk of breaking The grandfather should not be tilted sideways  backwards ...

      After Visiting Grandma After Susan B. Anthony Somers-Willett I walk home from the bone orchard, my fist a jaw of keys. To think I used to know nothing of teeth. Like any good hunter I wear the pelt of the beast – my first boyfriend’s red hoodie....

      Walpole Rollerdrome, 1981 At the gate, turn in, skate the potholes, slicing folds of chicken-wire, to carrot-shed, Alsatian, straining at a metal leash. Skate past the long, long ditch of water, once iced with murder, now rusting engines and...

      Lockdown: A Portrait To protect your skin, Lockdown wears a shapeless cotton dress. Lockdown thinks it used to be navy, but sunlight has bleached it a drab, nameless blue – leaving no patches of vibrant colour, it is uniform in its lifelessness....

      Bus train bus 1. Fuse White lights in ash trees in a community green space remind me what that week did. I see the mechanics now because I'm in the front seat of the upper deck of the 97 with the lego brick of the stop bell a childish comfort...