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Tuesday, 31 December 2019

Saturday, 28 December 2019

Thursday, 19 December 2019


A wooden snake that was once painted green. 
one that your boy got got clack clack run that snow
wintering into submission the choke hold of snow
right there is my shine homie break yo self chill
pass the bone right here yo son in this huddle hole with your long ass toke
winter thawing sunlight on frost blown out windows

Wednesday, 18 December 2019

Tuesday, 17 December 2019


gathering your storms you become birdless in winter
you mistake gladioli for potatoes and make a mayonnaise based salad with them and everyone you feed it to dies and you get the pulitzer prize for poetry for this and all the while i’m at home in my underpants plagiarising your work
vacuuming lungs between trees verb rage
sounds of leaving the colour yellow
roaring weather my leaking ribs
shadows no word forword

Saturday, 14 December 2019

Friday, 13 December 2019


under the wishing bridge the country’s old currency 

Thursday, 12 December 2019

the thought of starving yourself to death replaced by the thought of what sandwich you’ll make when you stop thinking about starving yourself to death

Wednesday, 11 December 2019

Tuesday, 10 December 2019

Sunday, 8 December 2019

Saturday, 7 December 2019


when the last letter is a river

Friday, 6 December 2019

neverstar beyond neverstar
monotonous dull drum rumble cotton panties dry
attached to nothing a butterfly's death

talking to the one cloud covering Denmark and of course we discuss the weather

literallyjustinterferometersfromhome

Wednesday, 4 December 2019

grey flood flaring stillness dry cold would that a trout wiggle on my breath
the gritty sheen of virgin bread claw marks in the eye

Tuesday, 3 December 2019


anyway, she said they were flowers
the hunchback with a zebra t-shirt

Tuesday, 26 November 2019

from ear lobe to ear lobe a gate flung wide
leaving martyred boots to listen to a love call the unstable brain

the suggestion of an idea of her vague face disappears beneath a prayer

Monday, 25 November 2019

lift me by the snout, package says

customs item in a map fold the name of a horse ooppps rose eeckk shore 
a slight cough a soft tread and suddenly an ocean-roar

congealing on my mirror free format driftwood
this and that moon there again gone again rabbit eyes

Sunday, 24 November 2019

Monday, 18 November 2019

in science class you learn about the human relationship to bread mold and go home and feel awkward looking at the loaf on the counter and under your breath mumble, bro, in a questioning way

Saturday, 16 November 2019

Friday, 15 November 2019


as such it doesn’t travel the ocean
unicorn hooves magic perfumes the cosmos

Friday, 1 November 2019

being a blooded chihuahua a poet measures the lion’s tooth

Thursday, 31 October 2019

the feeling of having no marketable skills washes over on an ocean emoji and falls into a doughnut emoji and you feel sad and draw a 100 emoji on your head take a selfie and use it as a profile picture on linkedin

Wednesday, 30 October 2019


, who is the flock of starlings emerging from his elbow

Tuesday, 29 October 2019

Saturday, 26 October 2019

Friday, 25 October 2019

Thursday, 24 October 2019

Wednesday, 23 October 2019


I watch a video of a budgie having a bath while you tell me how your day went

Tuesday, 22 October 2019

Monday, 21 October 2019

Sunday, 20 October 2019

Thursday, 17 October 2019

Wednesday, 16 October 2019

Tuesday, 15 October 2019

Sunday, 13 October 2019

Thursday, 10 October 2019


You neuter a cat and then order plums online from a big supermarket chain.

Wednesday, 9 October 2019

Tuesday, 8 October 2019

Sunday, 6 October 2019

the hole, where the endocarp was, slowly fills with juice

Saturday, 5 October 2019

Friday, 4 October 2019

Thursday, 3 October 2019

Wednesday, 2 October 2019

Tuesday, 1 October 2019

Monday, 30 September 2019

Sunday, 29 September 2019

while innocently watching reruns of 90’s sitcom blossom someone takes a rake to the inside of your face
voices that scratch at my hull the one missing
 43 years of moons silently birthed

Saturday, 28 September 2019

Friday, 27 September 2019

Thursday, 26 September 2019

Wednesday, 25 September 2019

Monday, 23 September 2019

Saturday, 21 September 2019

Thursday, 19 September 2019


, whose trains stop  in his mouth adding names to nameless places

Tuesday, 17 September 2019

Monday, 16 September 2019

Sunday, 15 September 2019

Thursday, 12 September 2019


rachmaninoff's name mentioned 22 and a half times in the pet food aisle

Monday, 9 September 2019

Saturday, 7 September 2019

Friday, 6 September 2019

Wednesday, 4 September 2019


at night a pinned butterfly she hears me
Placed carefully in the shade - a yellow jerrycan.

Monday, 2 September 2019

Friday, 30 August 2019

Thursday, 29 August 2019

Monday, 26 August 2019

cutting the barber’s hair a woodpecker
moving through me the question of now

distracted by ants Carlo cuts his finger on a book
heat lightning I read a newspaper sky
winter clouds patterns of an ancient boat
in Phoenix tongues a century aflame

soft coyote not white the night
star seeds the being of my non being

dreaming of acorns a tapir turns in its sleep

tinnitus the sound of parasites in my blood

black dahlia will my hand still write beyond the grave?

Sunday, 25 August 2019

Tuesday, 20 August 2019

Carlo makes a comment about the music in my house.

mute he faces a razor then a tie then a Scottish moor

rumpled teat fishwives chase a superstar

Sunday, 18 August 2019

Friday, 16 August 2019

Saturday, 13 July 2019

Friday, 12 July 2019

dreamscape drops of Jupiter orbit my mind




pine tips if fingers pierce paradise
dripping on lichen the greening of rain

searching through the night as well moon of blindness

of this wind all colours bleed into one

Sylvia Plath a genius tortured by demons in her head

trainspotting dirty syringes litter the playground

apocalypse a bomb goes off in a young girl's heart

midnight's children sifting through landfills to find their next meal

festering in their own piss and shit children of war

gang raped predicting her death she downs a 40 ouncer of vodka and never returns

serotonin overdose I dance with circus monkeys

Saturday, 6 July 2019

Saturday, 29 June 2019

Monday, 24 June 2019


as an allegory it’s the candle inside the moth