Otata 45

  • late cold snap

    late cold snap

    more than an echo

    each breath becoming

    the morepork
    foreshadowing

    what it's not

    my near absence

  • sharper than silk

    sharper than silk
    with John McManus

     
    resting in the shade
    of a rock pool
    crab skeletons
     
    daylight reflections caught
    by a pincer movement
     
    just beyond
    the scorpion’s claws
    a new moon
     
    scissored
    between starry streams
    a dark somewhere
     
    shears covered with cobwebs
    in the gloom of dad’s shed
     
    sharper than silk
    the strands of belonging
    to our origins