Category: poetry

there was a miracle at Attebury GrainSomething born of nothing, carried by the rainDark and shining on the béton brut The lord of thought running the stairsUp and up, further in a beast stole a star, yellow and blueA lie can be a lie if the lie is trueEverything before and after, thus spake the…

from the blue a bolt of light illuminates the seathe bodies floating in the drink all look too much like mefrom the heavens i look down and seethat looksmustered and blustered and the little teacups go spinning

The universe is a featherin every atom are her templesthe elementary particles dance for herat every point and every time, her name is the rise and fall of the cosmic parade, and everyinstant is full of her, justice and adjustment. the kingdom of god is in your midstand god is loveall acts of love are…

There are holes in my soulThat fill me with dreadThese spaces in the things i’ve saidEmpty of somethingOn the tip of my tongue i stand on this ledgeTransfixed by the sucking pitch Swirling the pools of umbramy eyes are oarsmy words are spears and splinterscast upon the world Sure-Kharon would flounder in these whorlsstill, a…

The day i lost my knees to the Germansthere were plastic chairs like the ones in my grandfather’s home hidden out of time and spacethe 60s and the wild westAnd death in every roomBut love as wellAnd a strange sense of silence Like the golden dust we found on everythingshuffling feet on ancient carpetTiny bolts…