summer’s here early
my shirt’s an isobar
seasonal change
The afternoon storm
the sky’s a lambent column
all the way to space. Continue reading
An Autumn Day – quadrille
after Rilke
After the spoiled summer
grey grey grey
grant us, Lord, this
one honeyed hour Continue reading
The Greenland shark
The old mandarin’s in fruit again. Green nuggets mostly but some are already turning.
The girl is pegging towels into the pull and slap of the Southerly. The wind has dried her hair into a russet frizz. ‘Look at me,’ she says turning her head from side to side, laughing. Continue reading
