Thursday, 30 December 2021

our time of






















in our time of unbending

never again in this city
will sea-waves beat on shingle

parts

                        today we have naming of parts…

            …of the body
        a laid-out map
                or on a
        butcher’s slab

Sunday, 19 December 2021

Blood Rain


The wet fingerprints
of an ill wind stain
the weather,

fronts of rain,
the blood-red
dust of deserts.

Saturday, 11 December 2021

benthos
















rain in the depths of the sea
fallen beyond the reach of light

we are the clouds of it