“We coalesce, we sprawl, we purge, we brawl”

We coalesce, we sprawl / we purge, we brawl / Let the teeth of their traps snap empty we call / bull to the obscene of the crime, cause we’re kind past the table / Forget their feathers ruffling grey to nothing we snowball / past and dispel all whispers internecine! Intertwined we are, steadfast our compass…

Note To My Unborn Descendants

PUBLISHED IN ISSUE MAGAZINE, OCTOBER 2012 The stillnesses of my ancestors are in my blood: The sway of their humble trees their long walks on dirt roads sewing needles & fishing rods. One day, I too will be in your blood My concrete, my playlists, the air and disaster health of my whorehouse heart. It heaves…

The Elephant Head Triptych

Ganesh makes three donations of five words to the keep Liy awake on a hot day fund in exchange for five-minute poems 3.  Sometimes I can’t touch her. Sometimes she keeps a fire that could dry Japan’s islands to a desert. And I am one lonely camel, blinded in all her sandstorms. But when she…

“The two thumbs are skipping autocorrect salsa practice”

from when my lecturer asked us to go for a day without the net and our usual devices The two thumbs are skipping autocorrect salsa practice at The Screen to help their friend the hand hike down to the bottom of a Paper Page, armed with only a Kilometrico walking stick. The difference is like…

UV

I. the girl who whispered to you was violet and wanted your blood. maybe you were a lover, or not just yet, maybe just a tall drink spiked with fluorescent light. defend this, be the wolf, throw a punch your heart suggested to your hands— but they trembled, tired to her, and could only surrender…

How To Be The Web

There was a song you used to sing; but it hums only for itself now. Disconnect an old habit into drawers tie it neatly in cord. If dust gets hungry, it can swarm there. Although your days tumble deep into the new quiet be up to something anyway. The insomnia can’t stop the seduction. In fact,…

Spine: a romantic poem about back pain

SPINE perhaps if I aligned mine just right, I could love you better. Your fingertips would appreciate a line of stars crackling under skin. I could slip by these storms like a gymnast fish, swiftly past offers of science or circus lights. These bones should only fit against yours in the dark. and baby, you…

“Body like a vinyl, finger like a needle”

I want a supply of old blues music wherever I go. By that I mean to slip into a skin of songs that fizz and crackle; real good ones always should. Body like a vinyl, finger like a needle. Over the wreck and record. I remember thinking who am I to pretend I get them;…

“The deal the moon struck with the sun”

(made of haikus) the deal the moon struck with the sun occurs to me on a boat at night nothing borrowed looks quite like this. This must be how a promise ages with grace. We seem like intruders, hushed in the dark floating on diamonds seeking candlelight a surprise. In our hands, moons dance in…

“Darling, all I wanted was a sonnet”

Darling, all I wanted was a sonnet Those simple moves hath from your mem’ry slipp’d This love you named trophy, from upon it you built so high ’till from our joy we tripp’d! Now, days pass between my name on your tongue. Instead, your fortune echoes where I dine. Silence where once we danced to…

Wildcats

A version of this poem was published in JUICE Magazine, February 2010 They were wildcats! hunters! reaching for ceilings like trees transmitting purrs or a satisfied roar across the morse code night lights every step chased by sweet music slinky irresistible cosying up to mates grooming themselves by the waterhole They were wildcats! hunters! going at it for…

Things my grandmother doesn’t understand

She cannot pull history out of graveyards and squeeze them into this century’s tiny house this grey city she doesn’t recognise. She could never count the days so they run circles around her the years tease her like a washing machine tearing her old clothes to shreds. All she can do is call out for…