The world begins its infinite rise Higher Between dewy hills and Dappled shade I count the lines on my fingertips Lines sketched in your womb A belly that ...
Daughter Game. It happens, her father wanted a son, Disappointed, her mother didn’t give him one. She plays football with the lads Watched by other pinch faced, cold, ...
Butterfly Fever He collected me, For a few moments I wanted to be his Prize, above all others; Remembrance came Of spread wings, Faded dusty colours, Rows of ...
Tangerine Segments, two wrinkled organs. Lungs. I apologise but of course she can’t hear me. I sink My nails into her skin until I feel her juices Beneath ...
The Siren Once again she is barefoot On the sand. She hears them roar; sees them thrash Like men who believe their own truths And ride on white ...
