Dawn The moon has retracted its roots while the sky glows like a toaster filament. The houses below sleep. Few wake so early to the regimented pop-up of toast, the kettle’s dominant click. The foxes are hiding to rehearse for night. The birds are part of the background. Even the insects are only...
A little girl and her mother witness the drowning of the effigy of the goddess Morana in a ritual to bring back spring.
Recovering the memory of water You can see Africa from the high Alpujarra they sayfrom a bus window. So, I have packed cucumbers,sheep’s milk cheese, and a Conference pear. I seek a place here, where dry fields sketcha geography of separation.Everywhere, underfootis the memory of water....
Seductive seal skin is my coat – zippered for ease of removal; I slip in and out of worlds both human and mystical praying that one day my skin knots to backbone, binds as spines to published pages completing the bleary badge of a true, life-worn selkie: for I am no myth, nor fairytale fancy.
A selkie long trapped by a man escapes her imprisonment and reclaims the sea.
A squid who is also a woman deals with depression and abuse.
A pebble dropped will displace its own volume of water. Observers, concerned only with measuring volume, don’t care about the separated water or the guilt of the pebble.
…eyes on my skin, small hellos and howeyas in smoking areas and bathroom queues / imagined passengers in passing cars feel like scalpel incisions – the flaying of a beast. I crumple into nothing under floodlights of sight.
start with a bruised body and the wrong knife, take a hound’s eye: follow the pierce and spatter, little globules seething as red thumbs dig to outrun the decay.
After all, who wouldn’t rather fractions over fractures?