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

my new man

has turned my kitchen cupboards upside down.

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,


tastes the air with his fingers.