between the sirens and creaking keels,
pines in sunshine and the crescent moon
jagged by clouds Continue reading
on this particular rain
that so tentative ticked on my roof last night
wouldn’t rouse any but a sleeper on a promise Continue reading
Friday favourites
I’ve been thinking about binaries in poetry lately and came across two gems to share. Continue reading
Big rain – haibun
Rain like a bastard. Always big weather round here, more than our share. Don’t need radar animations or a weather app: just stick your head out the window, clouds all day escarpment gone and here in this last sunshine all it takes is… Continue reading
Bird box
a bird exists inside this five-foot box
made for beak and wing, Continue reading
Plums
(a reply to William Carlos Williams’ This is just to say)
got your note
(juice-stained). Continue reading
Saying goodbye at 5am
The land is a book waiting to be read
but if it’s not read is it still a book, Continue reading
The fungi replies (to Cathy’s real country garden)
I don’t know if they are artists’ pallets,
or horses’ hooves
it used to matter, but it doesn’t now.
They grew slowly, in dark arcs
and could support a book.
Their lips are white and moist
But speak another language. Continue reading
Pantoum – Poetry and loss
(trying to explain Maurice Blanchot to myself, twice!)
In the everyday use of poetry, words carry ideas.
Continue reading
20 Poets – Cordite books
Free (yes, really) Continue reading
Peter Frankis writes 