Poetry
the ghostline
Imagine a big man, the kind you find / in the district of the upper hand / / and you’ll know my father. You’ve met him / on the ghostline, walking...
the poet
The poet, who I have it on authority / enjoys tequila reposado and group sex, / / ought to write more interesting poems. / Too many trees, and he no swinger...
subliming
to wake with perfect awareness of muscle, houses all in a row, questions sprinkled amongst the chairs. look back, little arrow, then step out, cross in full curiosity. the horizon is a...
xxxx
I’m too old / and empty / / for kettles / that run dry / / hips sore / legs stiff / / I’ll build / one bracket /...
circuit city
I’m part of a quick waiting line in Circuit City / A doe-eye register-girl asks me for my Visa. / Words are the only instalment plan the heavens / left me. I...
changing channels
This summer is a mild racket. Like legions / of crickets rubbing statistics from their tiny wings / / Twenty-four-hour news seeps through mesh / into oversweet air, wanting not to...
fog
it’s something lovely, / sucking / / a web. / / I’ve forgotten how / to do this, / / waiting. / / asterisking the thick grey /...
glamour
c.d. wright & mark cox / / heraldic, subjective. / / (grammar’s / etymological daughter). / / cock-kingdom-come-crow. / / matter got up in / a costume of...
iris versicolour
Alive but standing still, / Iris stood against a patch of marigolds / (her complements in yellow), / / and I just happened to have a knife / and a jar...