The kitchen window has been
my hermit cell

what shows up at dusk
 
moths of course, pale parings―
filmy, restless
dark swarf of birds homeflitting
to perch-trees
sometimes a hedgehog
nosing leaflitter
an owl wooing from the pines

Operation Alphaman

It took a great effort and I had to bite hard on the stick
to push the subcostal muscles aside.
The skin had parted easily under my knife,
though keeping the blood at bay with no one to swab the wound
was difficult. This was remedied with a vacuum cleaner

When one has lived a long time alone
and not alone your time become
someone’s history and you have grown
tired of yet another war and the world
has it in for you simply for being

I heard a rumour that Pandora moonlights
 
She wears sunglasses in the lounge
knives flexed and ready for battle

Torn

On one side– my heritage
on the other side­– their heritage
on both sides– carnage
everywhere– endless grief.

Woman in the water

I’m no Ophelia, that’s for sure crazy stuff is not my style,
no garland weeds around my head it’s spindrift foam not daisies.

The Ledger

In the left hand column
she writes
He’s married

In the evening trees become sad
I climbed on them like a metaphor