september 2019




...these bare hills break the winds with such ease

and ’though the solitude is vast and breathless


and these rains and crows

constantly argue with the sun


yet I will walk, walk and walk

until the ground reclaims my mind


for the earth eats memories with such ease

the hills swell, the rains rise


and with every step I take

the air gasps for breath


the rivers hide their secrets

and the land will, as ever, wait


but surely there is a way to renounce

this narrative that mocks my body


that sweeps into my throat

every wayward conceit of mankind


no wonder I begin peeling the bark from trees

and looking under the rocks in the river


searching for myself

but there is nothing, nothing to find


my mind has disappeared...







...again today the seen-unseen hand reappeared

a glinting, steel illusion


a scalpel dressed in magic

and slowly it began to open and pull from my navel


these long strands of beaded words

endless rosaries of syllables and fat


each bonded to its neighbour

with the darkest of blood


language was leaving me

my humanity was bleeding


from a wound I did not recognise

and yet as the hand coiled


more and more of my soul to itself

so the harsh supremacy of the universe was clear


there is no assertive magic

no meaning to the darkest of all dark blood


just words that disappear the moment they live

and live the moment they disappear


they are strands of hair, beads of fat

pretty sounds that use breath


to describe something called the truth...






...a cold, unerring ocean washes through my mouth

a femur slips from reach


several fingers detach

and my loose bones and teeth roll in the surf


my perpetual birth has begun

and all those burnt yesterdays


now rise conspicuously to become a conscience

a shoreline littered with insights


with waters permanently breaking

and running down my thighs


as though I am forever

giving birth to myself


this urge of the sea-bed

to ooze from my vulva


the unspeakable, red silt

that buries every line of verse


and so my perpetual death begins

and all the plus-or-minus intuitions in the world


will have absolutely no effect

when the oceans unerringly make landfall...