Shards of Snow

It’s 2013, and there’s still a species of hope that the Old Man will survive. He’s had both legs amputated at the hip, but discussions are still about when he can come home to Australia. Perhaps that just could indicate that hope is a euphemism for denial, but nonetheless we rally together to help him….

Kill

How can we know the end of the storm? Or hope for the day when the leeches no longer crawl up our thighs? If the rain never ceases, And the answer for everything is ‘Kill.’

Bradbury; Remembering

We’re going to meet a lot of lonely people in the next week and the next month and the next year. And when they ask us what we’re doing, you can say, We’re remembering. That’s where we’ll win out in the long run. And someday we’ll remember so much that we’ll build the biggest goddamn…

Erosion Haiku

Meaningful fractures The graffiti of the gods Not in this language

Little World

It’s a dream of horsefly bitesand graven imagesAnd it’s not really my problemIt’s really not fair either.And the grass is safer than anythingwill be again.Not my job, bossNot today.Let me sleep soundly without the intrusionof angelslost villagesin a littleBuckled World

Australian Dawn

The dawn, the dying of the night. Not the birth of the day. Farewell to troubled sleep and the whisperings of the dead. No conifers to collude in suspicious huddles, white are the endless passages of command. Here flowers never cease here the birds scream their lyrics. Here the grass grows reluctantly and nothing is…

Relapse

Nothing else but the spaces where snow will not rest. And grass is hibernating-waiting beneath the curve of Winter’s breast. Amid all this yellow and pink he will ride his bicycle so fast, shoot heroin, go to prison and cry at the death of my father before it happens. Don’t relapse.

Nothing can last forever

“Nothing can last forever, ” my father says as he parks our sky-blue Citróen 2CV under the shade of a cluster of birch trees. The last mile or two of road has wound its way through the dappled forest on a leaf strewn unsealed road, that has coiled its way in sinusoidal arcs slowly upward….

Hemingway on being drunk

Always do sober what you said you’d do drunk. That will teach you to keep your mouth shut. Ernest Hemingway

Wither

Before anything else, deep and pure Those soft leaves flow like a hoard of emeralds To a backdrop of rivers, pines, hills and mountains and plucked. Two hands arise and ask the world for a moment in its momentous swelling rise. And dry air to wither them and burn into lungs that scolded, and lived…

Haiku for Wintersky

Amethyst Sky waits Snowflakes are strewn like corpses, Resurrection spring

Shoal

Rising and falling like motes above an infinite world of pale gold They fold into all the dimensions They grasp at the roots of limestone. A larch grabbed at me by the arm and left cat’s cradle on my arm Buried my shoes in the rich earth Cried for the leaving of contrails Should have…

A Miracle

A blade of grass is a commonplace on Earth; it would be a miracle on Mars. Our descendants on Mars will know the value of a patch of green. And if a blade of grass is priceless, what is the value of a human being? Carl Sagan