Junctions
Unheeded until
clicketyclack, switching,
come junctions, where our lines
combine and meet and apart Read more
Before
Before, when sitting on rocks in the middle of a bubbling stream
we had thought of mountain brooks and mountain air
and parting.
So we loved.
Around us were trees, a blanket of black twisting twigs
through which the valley glimpsed
and others’ homes glimmered. Read more
Making Out, First Time
This was his moment.
He was going to make his first girl. For months his body had been jumping from dream to dream. He had lived this moment many times.
He creeped between the week-old sheets. She grinned, showing the gap where her two front teeth should have been. The bed springs creaked. He groaned in time with them. Read more
My Kind of Freedom
I remember sprawling in a canoe, while August sunshine washes over my bare, reddening body. my dangling feet are splashing the cold, blue lake. The canoe swings slackly around the makeshift anchor. A gusty breeze ripples the lake, It plays with me, too; tickling my wet shins and ruffling my unruly hair. far away on the other side of the lake, helicopter blades chop the heavy air. Somebody must be working. Read more
Loitering
I loiter beside the shredded tree
muffled in October woolly mist
beside a heap of cocoon leaves -
demolition debris from a busy summer
fanning wind, shading sun and
waving at your comings
and goings
Ealing, UK; October/November 1986
Cedar
We were bored.
and the cedar was just another tree to us
as we started to chop it.
Sap dribbled and dripped from the gaping wound…
like blood which spurted from my own gash a few days later.
Revenge perhaps. Read more
