It was a hot day and the car baked me; And when I walked in the front door I was cross. And then you filled a clear glass tulip with dark red nectar and bid me drink. And the world turned ever so slightly, Allowing the hot sun to set, and we sipped from our [...]
The scent of the world after rain in the summer Has, I think, no particularly formal name; And, as far as I know, the delight at finding A missing shoe is in a class much the same. Knowing what another driver is about to do, Before they begin to indicate their ambitions; Or the path [...]
The thin end of the wedge is sharp and you will cut your foot on it, the moment you stop paying attention and snag on the cruel point of it. The thin end of the wedge is sneaky and will catch you by surprise, the way it tapers from empty space is deceptive to untrained [...]
Though the kitchen, dimly lit, Is less Aladdin and more Martha; Though the chintz aprons and pink handles scream anti-feminista. She and I, side by side, are a force potent and silver. She is shorter than I am, now, And peppered through with salt; I close my eyes to her clutter And she to my [...]
Sheets twisted from dreaming ankles And wakelessly abandoned socks Decorate my cotton cocoon. My soft protective sheath enfolds me While I undergo the transformation From one day to the next.
I have been known, when occasion permitted, to write poetry in bed. An extension of erotic fiction? Hardly, I said. Though the inevitable thoughts of pupils dilated, sweat, skin skim across the page, they’re mute: mere shadows of sin. No, doona poetry is far more tender: crumpet crumbs and cat hair shed, That sort of [...]
I dreamt of writing erotic fiction and stirring your nerves with my lines; I imagined my pen tracing across your skin, leaving glistening ink along your spine. My fine brass nib, polished point, carves along the parchment rough, leaving a trail of goosebumps on your hip, and an aching sense of not enough. I imagined [...]
A clean, new pad of paper, Full of letters that are not written, Holds such potential and such sway I am completely smitten. I can hardly bear to defile, With this potent, pointed, pen, And carve my thoughts into its face When they seem so misshapen.
The blackbird that landed outside my window, This morning, while there was still a chance of frost, Looked ominous to my sleepy and suspicious eyes As though his tiny presence brought prolific cost. I unlatched the pane and leaned out to scold him, He bounced out of reach on thin orange stems, He opened a [...]
I. A self-contained hailstorm and I am dissolved into a mist of glimpses and sensations. A supporting arm; pain; The weeds in the cracks where I fell down and left. II. I am on a drip An IV of sour nectar with an electric throb. I glow with it and my pulse is tuned: my [...]
