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Glue Stick Born of melted bone-stew, my first forbearsWere conjured to bind and to sustain. PouredInto the cracks and creases of your wares,They sealed flaws forever. Then you soured  On such strength, and so   We started to growWeaker. Latest of the line, a stick-shapedBlob in a tube, I do but…

Doomed Rough-Drafts Thread a way through every scrunched-up story  Through skeletons piled by an unblest horde    Wince and wonder at the turns of the sword What unfrenzied heart can learn to savour  The glory of first poems that unchecked    By a deadline, flutter onto paper  After the rigours of…

Verdict And Appeal Crawl past the barbed wire onto concreteFox, grab the plumpest chicken and flyPast the ruins of our feasting hearses,Ghosts of your kinfolk driven to cry:All nature’s burnt off, they now serve wheat   Spirit-Animal, Silver-Tongue,Running through mank dens as we…

Bring A Veil For The Sun “We must dim the sun,” The mother squinted up as she adjusted her torn shawl to make a few more inches of shade. They had spent the nights shivering and stumbling aimlessly, the days squirming as they crouched under her pitiful makeshift tent. She had scoured the vast…

Golden Turnips Green eyes wide with wonder, she has no fears:Root of gold, swelling gold bulbs, a gold shootBlossom and shrink in the bewildermentOf doomed innocence. She knows not the loot,The trophy in triumphant merriment Borne away from her treacherous home-landIs to be herself, when the feast…

Meander, If You Must To its new-born river. But flow down allThe way to the sea. When drought comes to stakeIts claim, when plateau, plain and desert stretchTheir thirsting, sun-cracked feelers out to takeYour soul, do not die gasping in the sandOr compound with other rivers to makeAlliances that…

Airmail Stick your head out of the windowAnd sing, crow feather, crow featherWill you take a message from meTo the flowering apple tree? Blooming in the spring so fair,Tree, in your whisperings,Do you remember those whoPreferred you to their kin?Do you swish-creak nice thingsAbout them when you…

Off The Plate’s Cold Rim I do not know a fishing rodFrom a sugar-cane, but I knowThe fishermen are ready nowTo dredge the seas for me, the oddMorsel you trifle with and throwOut at last, off the plate’s cold rim In beds full of sand black and grim,I rot. In a week you could growRoses from my…

Forever In The Winter How long is forever in the winter? How long is forever in thin shoes and thread-bare coats, in pouring rain and whistling winds, when pepper-garnished fragments of memory are blurred by the sky’s smarting, dissolving salt? In summer it stretches all the way into the gloaming,…

Nostra Ossa A single blade of grass   Drifting upon the seaDreams of foam-leaf shadowsDancing, and draws the best   Trees the thieved sand reports. Ossa nostra plurima sunt, and my   Skin cannot hold them all;So I dream its foam-forests sail to me.    A single blade of grassDoomed to stand outside…

The Snow Promises True winter does not make you dream of spring Only of more snow. Snow on the leaves, snowOn branches becoming sliced coconuts; On gate, on grass, on every single thing -Snow: piercing, blinding, glorious. You grow Roots. The snow promises to live on, shutsYou off from the gold…

Message From A Deep-Sea Microbe, Translated You dredged me out of my timeless slumber To dissect my longevity,Foolish creatures who crave your murderer Oxygen, the Sun its allyAnd the fleeting fruits of the fickle earth Until you are reaped by its dust But I cannot hate you, even in deathYour…

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Yield Not To The Néant Yield not to the néant when the whispers comeSlithering into the pit of l’abime:“One jump into the blue will axe you freeOf pain, of toil, of the work that will drumOn your heart in time to your voiceless scream” Yield not yield not O yield not to the néantYield not to the…

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Not Unhidden, Bared When self-ingesting like caterpillars in cocoons we lieIs the person concealed ever found unhidden revealed?Do uncrushed selves squirreled away from anger learn to spyThinnings in the canopy upon which their breaths congealed? Each dawn splintering the flawless porcelain of the…

Garden of Ire Fallen-forest memories churning in their sapPark-tree branches quiver in wrathful unisonAs the heedless sapiens enter through the gapIn fenced cages for their gratification spun “They laugh, they sigh, they most ardently cryTheir love of the gentle peace they espyIn our soft…

Rackle The head eats first, through the eyes, through the nose, even through the mouth, but no one blames the head. The head savours the food, the stomach only stores it, and that for a while. It does not even spill most of the fat-making molecules into the blood, but it’s the stomach you all…

Waltz Walk me through sorrow.Lead me by the handLike a sleep-walking child;Lead me across the sandTo the sea. You are the answer:To the question IDid not know I must ask;To the last mission IMust fulfill - Walk me through sorrow.Lead me by the handLike a sleep-walking child;Lead me across the sand…

Jade Dreams The pleasant hours spent in slumberIn the story-dreams where we walkedWith dragons, blazing glory, thunder At us still; we cannot answer.Jolted awake from the sweet embraceOf tomorrow, our dreams must learnThe concrete taste of failure; face The many flavours of bitterness Come, new…

Come And Perish By My Boot Spider, spider, come and die,Come and perish by my boot.The foul viciousness I tryTo hide from my fellow menI shall now unleash uponYou. Malignant, malicious,I shall for this deed be borneAloft and cheered, because youAre an enemy declaredTo me and those I call mine.Yes,…

Ladders In The Sky SEEEnthralled, she lets the fatal gossamerSwathe her sagging wings, having read the doomDescending in the contortions of herHunter’s foul smirk, in each jointed leg-loomThat edges near. See it and learn dread too:She’s you. HEARSmothered, she lets every stale, lying pleaDistort…

Quite So. But – We watched and felt it, touched it and tastedIts inked spices: and heard nothing at all.We shone a dozen lights on it, pastedIt in red scrips on the brain's crazy wall:Still nothing. We crumpled up the wastedPages, and took the poem out for a stroll.It murmured secrets to the earth…

Nothing At All Silk feels blood-soft, like the winds in the fallThe grain of wood is rough neath the finger;But when the long summer twilights lingerOn the porch, and you feel ‘nothing at all’, Is it unfelt by brain, finger or soul,This nothing? Or is this nothing just hungLike the velvet of…

Eleven Princesses and a Queen They fled, the brothers, as my prince dancedFeet tapping out the drumbeats to the last;The soldier at them his fox-hounds lancedFrom the tinder; then laughed and let them past,Twirling his new crown about his finger. The cobblers begging work from door to doorCry:…

Vim For The Soul To a long poem brewed like a witch’s spellLetter by letter each new drop of rainAdds with a fallen-feather quill dipped wellIn the deepest, bluest hue of masked pain ‘I am nothing’. Let the syllables rollAnd rattle in the chambers of your headWhere the abyss levies still a foul…

Kidding If this is an equation, I am the X: you are the Y. In all the simultaneous solvings, it is the Y that dies so that we may learn the true worth of the X. Then, then, only then, do we learn the value of the Y. But here the chuckles of ‘kidding, kidding!; hound X out instead, with…

Book-Demon Questers We are drawn to dragonblaze shadows,Moths to candles’ skin-toasting frolics,For the seed of ruth that within glowsEnduring foul clementine colics Tumour-like through blood and bone it spreads,The hunger for peaches seen entireIn a husk-vale of dragon fire We stumble thus to the…

Faux Grenades Pomegranates veil a garden’s ruinednessFrom its own self through autumn and winter:Knead into the gold debris their ripenessFecund and febrile, staining each splinter Of barrened branch, each inch of leaf-mussed soilAnd each heedless fork, each careless foot pressedOn the earth a…

Flutings Of The Morning Rain First there was a wilderness’s graceChaunted forth by myriad birds.Then came the scorched trees, then one-thirdsOf stumps left rooted as a lance To hold the soil rich and readyFor cabins, mansions, skyscrapersTo turn into these unsteadyHousey clumps laid like soiled…

Xenelasia Hark to this, warriors mighty and brave,You drive forth strangers, o men of this land,And thus hold your doors open for me. I amUnhidden yet not unbidden, like sand.Your sad world's death-rattle,Its choking-phlegm. The skies retain their murkiness,My words remain their blades.Stabbing…

Pronounce It Right! I am a boiling pot of Englishes, bubbling frantically as they collide. When you massacre words in movies and other spoken things, I murmur them the right way until the foam of my wrath subsides. Inside, my fury festers… But yes, of course yours is not the right way to pronounce…

Rivering All water vessels have rivering heartsYearning to spin away the dreary partsOf the unfurnishment of frost-stript treesWith gurgled legends, wild laughing stories Of a cardamom plunging into blueDepths with whooping glee, and the old clove, trueTo form, beginning to wail and lament'She…

Querencia My favourite cat lives on a bookshelfMy favourite dog is made of brown thread;My favourite people were born of stone Hundreds of years ago. Saturday evenings I stand by myselfHere in the town square, scattering fresh breadFor birds, and smiles for those shuffling alone Past me in the…

Eunoia Pianos glow in silk-scarletted raysGlazed threads of sun fondly murmuring sitAs autumn paintings shred fraying leafstraysThe earth to winter’s crisper snap commit At the keys we stand recapping jinglesAnd steadier eyebrows lift in doorwaysAs we hoot and munch boxes of pringlesGiggling at…

Lacune Green and brown, warp and weft, they dance neatlyPast each other, letting the blueSlice in to carve smiles on the forest-face. The sun beams its way on and throughCrown shyness, glory of the canopyDream and doom of the human race. Deep underneath the parent trees deftlyTwine roots and…

Sıfır Genç Bir Sayı I refuse myself the sweltering swig. All around me they gulp and squirm, while I snicker at the pigeons scampering in the road. When the red light turns green they shall flutter and fly, only to come flocking back behind us, just as we will shuffle hither again tomorrow and…

Cornucopia Country names are odd little sounds when strainedThrough the meshes of a many-langue mix;Sing a pore. Through sun-born trickles of sweatOr via the skin’s rapture when it rained?Pak is tan – Pure is brown – How did that fixOur taan upon self-loathing and regret? And so, I ran, but…

Reunion Once I lived for the sound of a nameNow I live in one, a caseTo hold what can no longer live here.Now you do wonder, watching me rageAt once-loved things I call 'lame'‘This being, this box with a false baseWas it this thing I called friend?’ Once – but musings are like a taper…

O Folklore Tell me if they invented youTo tell true stories ’neath your hoodOr for the stories they fain wouldHave brought true? If this routeTo your destinationWill yield adventures,Enough gloom for doubt,And a coronation,Count us in. Forhungered and forthirsted, weScoop up the trailing…

If Only Lyssiantha was too busy to die.So other things began to die instead:Roses, goldfish, the choked plant forced to lieIn the alcove beside her not-deathbed Trudging on, she was too busy to die.Or to live. Else she might have saved them allAnd herself. If she had not learnt to lieWith her head…

Unclaimed Spines’ Grit I catch the sour wink of the javelin-shaped lashLeather frogs curving into deeply nibbled fleshWielder and whipped, the beasts of burden gnashStagger on, stark, twisted, strangled into the meshOf ropes that bind them to things we will buySo I hum to the music, watch cackling…

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Cloud Dragons Homesickness and farsickness, one longing melting into the other, on the tongues of soap-welts rising slowly on wipered windscreens. The life of the adventurer and exile is a medallion of yin and yang, of fernweh and hiraeth, of the spirits of the ocean and the moon locked in their…

Insect Massacre The spring, pretending to be your best friendTempted you forth with its warm mutterings,With promises of plenty. Now your endYou must meet, on the toes of this my shoeGloving my taut fingers. Look well: I hold     My breath,     Your death. Your murder is a full-dress rehearsalFor…