The evening — the cold resilient sweet evening is adrift Listen! the muezzin screams into corners of himself. The sacrosanct is camouflage. Believe in the echo displacing convenient spaces displaying stain glassed windows folding on a dare. Disk is distant, it festers...
Moniack Mhor, Inverness-shire You’re a half-shut knife, the woman in the neat scarf says. I’m looking at the miniature bolts that hold her natty glasses in the shape of her face. She’s saying it as an example — you’re a half- shut knife, that’s whit ma Banff...
Look with me across this ice patterned ground past the frost boils, the polygons, and scoured shield rock. Relax. Let the wind lift this top casing, this skin of sphagnum and sedge. It scatters easily among the waving cottongrass, beneath ptarmigan and hare. Let the...
Tomorrow he’s leaving for good. You know where he’s going, but don’t belong there – couldn’t show up without scaring him. So it’s your last chance. So what if he’s married? Your heart walks past the shopfront fifty times without going in. Your head drives you to the...
Be sure to carve out some ‘Me Time!’ Switch off alarm. Crawl into living room. Do yoga, eat bagel, access social media. Feel bad about two of these three things. Children will always test your boundaries – you don’t always have to react to them! Wake children. One...
You still — dream in palette tips, lost tongues, hung in cloth floating on the bank of the Ganges’ sacred — inadmissible supplication — still cling onto fade of a tapestry, forgotten defect — history erodes candles grow, become dim thin, tin roofs. Somewhere, a canopy...
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