The pool pulled through seven hollows scooped in limestone, emptied in a single channel fluting through a dark walled gorge. Green and clear, the pool exhaled in glacier breath: a chill was on the place. We left the pool and in an hour came to a castle sticking like a thumb out of the ground.
If we talk, back home it is always in double meaning Words flung in the air simply to fill the gaps flung up like discarded clothing, sampling the air for a brighter consistency. We miss more than the humidity notices the starkness of each breath. My blisters stain me with reality, but today I walked […]
We dance all night, or thereabouts, And sing ourselves to sleep beside the pier. The morning air, sea-chilled, invites us to Remember how the music seemed so loud And how the somewhat overbearing Prince of Thebes Was floating round the room in skinny jeans.
Suddenly, the blazing sun rises to greet the Spanish dawn with blinding light. Terracotta rooftops burn like flames in the claustrophobic countryside, and villa walls pulse with heat like radiators. Far off, a hot hound howls, inspired by the midday heat. A squadron of feathered menace revolves up high in planetary-like motion. Wooden sentinels snake […]
A young Hawaiian mountain of a man Taught me to read his whole life on his skin; With how he loved his wife marked on his breast, His family tree branched out from hip to shin – As if the native blood that floods his veins Had flared in navy ink from toe to chin […]
The big smoke has always been around Its fingers the veins running through our wrists Bluer and firmer as we pranced across the stage like Gods Its voice this summer was sweeter than honey And we could resist no longer A train four hours and we had escaped this place’s grey-green discolouration The sun held […]
There is nothing Great about Yarmouth where The Empire’s best is a briny comic and silvered palmists tell of future harms or flog tin charms from crumpled crimson booths. a child gives a mole a mortal TWACK! and tired neon lights begin to blink. Oiled paper blows like tumbleweed behind the peeling whitewashed greyhound track. […]
Dear Reader As I am sure you are aware A hot summer here is truly rare So allow me to show you A more favourable view… The sea a shade of turquoise Sand a murky grey Silent except for angry ones Of cicadas as they yell for attention Whitewashed houses contrast The bright blue of […]