Tuesday, 31 December 2019

Thursday, 19 December 2019

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

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

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


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

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

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

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.

Tuesday, 8 October 2019

Sunday, 6 October 2019

Saturday, 5 October 2019

Friday, 4 October 2019

Thursday, 3 October 2019

Wednesday, 2 October 2019

Tuesday, 1 October 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

Wednesday, 25 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

Wednesday, 4 September 2019

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

Friday, 16 August 2019