Tuesday, August 2, 2011

the auditorium steamed.

A thin man writhed, his shadow a huge, shifting thing.

"It's murder," he sang, as he waged war on us all

with an explosion of drums,

a huge, roiling gong

and a sneer.

Friday, July 29, 2011

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Monday, July 25, 2011

strange, tubular jellyfish,

or ghostly eels:

dodgy strip lights strobing overhead.

Sunday, July 24, 2011

we crunch through burned brush to the brow of the hill. The secret valley lies below: the lake at its centre, its two hills steep and spread thick with heather.

Saturday, July 23, 2011

a boy bounces on a trampoline.

He closes his eyes,

inhales,

tastes the air with his fingers.