The ashen silhouette liquefies. A pleated sarong collapses onto the granular beach. He is rust coated, the sleeping man who is frozen by the coppery miasma of his own breath. A ripened fruit indeed, he rests beneath the sun who is still in its germinating phase: A rosette seedling Trembling beneath the hot waves Of […]
Japanese haibun
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Tying up my shoe laces I wonder the millimeters my feet have tread and those that wait. The verdant hill broken with white trickles of daisies stands at a distance, a giant in deep slumber. The Royal Observatory atop it, a steep ascent. Here time never resigns or stops for a rest. The sun smiles […]
the lonely figure of the cornish moors
I liked to go out Wandering, among bluish skies of heaven Where there was no death. Now, as I contemplate the Cornish moors and tuck behind my ear a band of rebel hair, I see the Devil’s black clouds cross the skies and linger. I wish that I could say I’d met a figure, a […]
Cycles of Arrival
Before I leave, I hook my thumb in sock elastic and slip it down round the heel, then unpeel the dim film, foggy and translucent, of a blister plaster. I smooth it down, feel the calm and soothing of the simple ritual. I pull my shoelaces through new eyelets, then hold them taut like I’m […]
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Waiting for a train To an unknown destination. Travelling alone. Enshrouded in concrete, metal boxes swish past. Attempts to find sustenance are futile, as the vending machine angrily chomps up our money and our purchases alike. Strangers wait together, compelled to share emptiness. The train grinds to a halt, and its panels separate to provide […]
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In the car, half-laced boots rested against painted windows, we think how retro and vintage we are- us, fresh out of university with our hair whipped and willowed, driving to Paris in the autumn, mixtapes of trip-hop tempo turning in the player and a bottle of flat champagne rolling on the empty seat. Young and […]