rising or falling?
the intonation of all
these questions
October 2015
by cloud light
a nuclear family
shadows the wall
distant spring—
a sixtieth candle
still unlit
stringing words
in a sing-song
of becoming
mass exodus
the sacrificial lamb
hidden away
earth stump—
shadows spiral down
its yesterdays
waxing crescent—
the earth-borne fresh-faced
their song primal
on edge
fantails atwitter
stride the blast
womb-dead words—
'mama' and 'tata'
missing still
twilight walk—
a pregnant girl praises me
for going barefoot
fallow ground—
harrowing the hell
of being
star gazing—
the emptiness
of it all
cancer ward
nothing imagined now
is not the moon
in memory of H. Gene Murtha
All Soul's Day
the combatants tally up
their losses
the stillness
after the birth
unravelling star charts
deep prayer
spring water rises
everywhere
after a spent day
words sink back into the slime
of their origin
grey matter
on an intercept course
between seer and seen
crescent moon
a smile of benevolence
goes awry
rising light—
clouds effervesce along
day's plimsoll line
a helicopter
crystallises into sound
from the blueness
darkening words—
a frog croaks in the sound
of itself
deepening dusk—
the devil escapes
the details
mist shapes
an ontological
argument
spring water—
I reflect within
the without
whisper breath—
I am who I am
candle flame
green light—
who am I
in spring?
spring twilight—
prayer germinates
in silence
a mud crab
digging in deeper . . .
tidal shift
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