Daħlet Qorrot, Gozo Water has a long story. So does my soul. One it recounts every day to silent rocks, an avalanche of memories that falls headlong into this damp patch of darkened sand. Under the sand the mute tongues of the waves keep recounting, recounting their histories. Since water is a long story in […]
Poetry
Five poems
After a Short Illness Bare chested, fresh out of pomade, he lies with a beat-up paperback propped for the benefit of shade. Lothario of seltzer, tight with the riot squad, he remembers the Margate Lido, art deco on the Bray esplanade. Dozing in a cloud of powder and snuff, he dreams where red brick stores […]
Four poems
Future Perfect Yesterday he thought the future was a tense they taught you in school where if you make a mistake it isn’t the end of the world. Well he learned his lesson God now give him his book bag back let him be on his way home again no voyous at the construction site […]
Two poems
Fest of course we broke the wishbone together grip tighter with each twist hands in the feel of breaking even plus thumb joint pressure and feathers plucked one after another and another until endings of alphabet her blue grass skirt rustling in wicked sea wind so we touch off the surface light, sail easy mix […]
Two poems
The Shipping Forecast I am sinking too far from the inch-high lighthouse sweeping Malin Head with its tiny beam. This boat is scuppered, to be terribly frank. It’s lit up by lightning just beyond the box grey of Banba’s Crown. Wild spray like eiderdown rat-a-tats the teak helm wheel as I straddle the extended bowsprit’s […]
The Way Back
They didn’t expect me to lead the log flume. To make them stay on for another pirate ship. To lean back on the helter skelter and raise my hands in victory. When they asked me in the car, I told them. We never went to fairs. The older ones might have gone but when I […]
Two poems
Portrait of a Lady Breathing Alternately The wetsuit bubbled at my sacrum with seawater. I shivered, dove through breakers. Such an urge to swim into the swell. Museums roiled in me. My cold face an oval Portrait of a Lady breathing alternately every three strokes to the sky. I counted time, counted Souls in Limbo […]
Two poems
Stink They think you came first from Japan in packing crates hoping for mulberries, figs and persimmons, for time to vibrate to one another come mating season, one signal longer and lower than any other, for good sidings and soffits to wander all winter, where you’d never let loose the stink of coriander. First you […]
Three poems
The Philadelphia Sound Nothing to write about: Man and “Lyrical God,” how he christened the contrivance clobbered to mimic the school desk where he learned. He sets it up by the exit, makes the black acrylic sheets rattle, babble, reverb with his forearm, a pen, spoons. A bunch of wannabes gang around turfing a bit, […]
Two poems
Litany Because you made me pulsate like hot peach trees, reel like liquid skies the colour of naked limbs. Because you were the rain that dreams of larkspur and woodruff, the smell of loam and bubble gum laughter as the pub door opened. Because we felt the same way about the city of leaves and […]
Two poems
Vintage Metal vintage metal tins in iTunes sour ends like blood or B12 supplements iron ass-shots mom got yet mostly what was spinning in my Discman back then in the back of our four-door drowning out fighting with Smashing Pumpkins doubling down in mid-career, crawling from forge to table, mini-Moloch’s ignorant alloy automatic transmission accompanying […]
Two poems
Lapwings in Fallowfield They sit with the road’s oily tang in their nares, their bodies like helmets in grass. Younger ones look like soil upon snow and nest in the adults’ thick feathers. My sister and I at somebody’s wedding, when we hid under somebody’s dress.
Three poems
The Russian Doll Cutter Inside the Russian doll, as every child knows, is another doll, which though smaller is made from the same wood, and can be twisted at the waist, just above the doll’s painted hands, to reveal another doll which, though smaller, is made from the same wood and has the same painted […]
Teaching my mother to put on a fitted sheet
Fitted sheets were not in vogue when my mother made her bed all those thousand times the bottom sheet and the top identical. Now when I make my bed I find the words for explaining the fitted sheet in my head and the elastic that holds it taut. Isn’t it an advantage, I say – […]
Two poems
Fractured For your first, mortuarial anniversary, I managed it, my finest trick: I became you yes, I pulled off the skin- changing thing by flinging myself up in the air and banging back down on my left arm: banjaxed. I was a barmy, splintered Boney in a black sling as they drove me to your […]
Three poems
Goldfinch for Jack Thacker Soundbitesize memories belong not to goldfish but to us, who are probably not goldfish. Cultish devotion to culling one tiddly square of lichen. A view not to my liking: goldfinch – nugget-chicken, cocoa with notes of jam and custard, candied pine cone built out of a buzzard – says Buzz off, […]
Evening came, the sixteenth day
After the storm that’s my mum— screaming at me, at the nurses, telling us she’ll batter us, using words I didn’t know she knew, all’s calm. Mary, in the next bed turns the pages of yesterday’s newspaper, cuts a banana with a plastic spoon, feeds each piece into her custard. Betty, opposite, sucks a bread […]
Hare
What if the dangerous thing actually happens and you are elsewhere, looking away – at a hare on the grass in the compound of the offices, twirling the phone cord and listening, bored, to an adviser advise you on what’s wrong with the mortgage application that shouldn’t be wrong because you should know that the […]
Two poems
I Rank All the Beautiful Things There Are I rank all the beautiful things there are starting with self-sacrifice, then supernovas, the brain, love, virga, Korean pottery, lemurs, cuckoo clocks, suits of armour for horses, a child’s first words, mercy, bread, and so on. The list extends for miles in knee-high piles of pages I […]
Two poems
Warming Time was, they would air lift food supplies to hill farms trenched in snow for months. We’ve not seen that here for twenty years. Christmas is warm and wet, viruses spoiling through the closed-in valleys like gossip. February, no doubt, will be the same slide into March, weeks of white-lid skies, least path a […]
Eight poems
Maximin When Maximin shouts at the Emperor Severus, almost in a breath, Look at me, look what I can do, he is gigantic, his body is taut but has no purpose than to flex and recover. Severus is content. It is his son Geta’s birthday. Look at me, Maximin shouts, look what I can do. […]
Three poems
I Have To Confess That Only Sometimes Am I With You after Michael Earl Craig It occurs to me I am like a houseplant. I turn a little in my chair to look out a different window. A rabbit has stepped out from behind a shrub; the rabbit presents himself to me. They say poetry […]
Arctic Circle
My father’s brain filleted on the icy X-ray block glows luminescent, a strange fish on a slab. I shiver at this part of him I never thought I’d see. Instead his neural pathways presented in a grin we shared on Sundays by the sea, watching birds scatter air when he clapped his hands. The surgeon […]