the ears of grass

Drum of raindropsSplash, rat-a-tat rapidThe tatto small feet beatOn the tin roof, escaping. Your silence coversThe past and eternitiesWhole layers of magmaWaiting to ventCreating new continents Do raindrops make noiseIf the grass has no ears?The falling leaves twirlA rustling descant. Your eyes expressThe mountains fallingInto the seas, risingTsunamis of painCatastrophically closeTo where the heart is. […]

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Narrative

My plot is laid outNaked, undergroundWhere the roots areWhere you sometimes stopOver your shovel, restingFrom labours of love.Or loving the labours thatBring home the apples,carrots and silencesFor a late-night salad.Twisting the story-line, i lieNeverendingly narratedBy flashbacks of what maybe wasJust an instrument to rakeThe dead leaves on the pathWe did not take.

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when years pass, and still

my child,i hardly know where our paths crossed.or did they? i forgetthe careful feeding, the hourscounted by much alarm,till the clock was my blood forever.that fear of losing you,doing something wrong, thetoo much responsibility and no response,only your toothless grin.your young weight on my arms,the summers of learning to walk, and to loveand many, many […]

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to the wind

The wind was kind todayIt brought scraps of friedPotatoes and pork andRagged pieces of boom-boom musicWhile the chaffinch roaredAbout his love and sunshine to beWithin the next four hours.Today the wind was kindBringing fresh breaths of acacia,Dying lilac and chestnut petals,And a promise of something jasmineOr freshly drying grass very green.The children of starlings in […]

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Astringent

As the cherries blossomAnd the apple trees,And the nightingale unsleeps,The chatter of gulls grows more earlyAnd the cats yowl higher in branches,My heart wondersWhere you’ve goneWhyThe bitter fragrance of the bird-cherries Brings me cold,Unbreakable from my memory,And why I longFor the black, tart berriesTo put in my sourdough bread.I disagree with the blackbirdWhen he announces […]

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chiling out

capture thembetween your thumb and forefingerroll carefully,not breaking the skinto loosen the insides thenremove the stemand slap them on to the boardpress firmly, keep themflat and unmoving,andusing you preferred weapon(I myself use santoku)slice their long conical bodies opento remove their potentialor leave the flat dangerous seedswith the bodywhich you will sliceand diceand toss into your […]

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Darker, then sideways

Darker, then sideways The blackbird takes up the Last Post at twilight Blasting the emerging treeline Agreeing to dusk. On Mondays, and also left Only the brave know the layout of mind-numbing fear And question, and quest Till there is a map. Diagonally, then ash Starlings compete in casual forms attracting Wives and attention of […]

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Essentially so

Should i apologizefor the tears that burn behind my eyes,when the dreams bringstrange screams to the surfacelike bloated corpses floatingup against the inches-thick ice in a lake, clickingtheir blunted fingers underneaththe roughness, not waiting tillit would get warmer, to befree of the confines, to let thingsGo. Should i apologizefor the tears and silencein my eyes, […]

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flowery language

let’s walk a camomile, you and I,avoiding violets, trying onfoxgloves, listening to bluebells. and when we cowslip, let’s nettlethe random memories daisy;then knapweed a little. and grinding cornflower, wemight mullein the good gracesand accept a buttercup,meadowsweetened for those who primrose. our loosestrife might campionthe burnet times beyondand we’d selfheal, thyme moving ontill we grow sage […]

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24

moths have blind eyes printed on their wings quietly rustling grey on brown spreading spooky whispers in the shadows growing longer among the shrouds of mist a shade more a shade less a dance weaving in and out of forgetfulness

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twenty-one

let’s build a tent from the laundry rack, let’s build chess-men armies and attack the stuffed toys with marbles. we can have little Lego mountains to scale and cook griddle-cakes on a makeshift fire with green-peas. let us travel out to somewhere west of the map and draw two moons in the sky and be […]

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sixteen

an image of the fragrance of oregano, as i dream neverending pasta dreams, meat conspicuously absent, dragging with strings of cheese attached to spicy memories coughed up like too much anise or liquorice, sickly sweet, with a tinge of balsamic vinegar in their wake bitter recollections, reeking of things half-forgotten, intensely unforgiven and cold, cold […]

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Ten

the leaves gone brown outside under the trees, you called the supine moon a cheese-boat floating in berry-blue sky, target unknown full of reflected light, almost edible; that time i was a dragon meltingly-hot, and hungry for flight wide-winged and silver; your boat challenged me, it looked tasty; by your word i soared high, a […]

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four

the sun lies low, hugging the horizon, its rays flat, lowered, angling for the last strands of the green on the mud-beset ground. only the lichen shine back from the craggy brown apple-trees. in a fork, brightly a raven’s feather, a pike of metallic sheen, vibrating with the wind’s breath. the sun coldly withers and […]

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akāciju palags*

Paklusē kopā ar mani – kā Dievs Savās debesīs klusē. Pasēdi tumsā tepat, ne Manā, ne citā pusē. Tālāk nāk lietus Un ziedoši zari, Un rīti vienmēr par agru, Un bēgoši pavasaŗi. Saosties gandrīz kā kaķis, Kas savējos pazīst. Atļauj klusumam aizaugt Kā pļavai ar dadžiem. Nav jau tā, Ka vārdi kā grozs; Ar troksni […]

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not back again

Call me Ishmael. None of us Will leave this place alive. This darkness will not end the tunnel Our heartbeats illuminate. These Steps close up the distance From one wall to another. Like So many stitches, out of time. And in the near-light one hears The sand-devils dance, rough Rotating quartz on your face and […]

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the last full moon

someone took all that sunlight and crammed into the moon. no, i have disremembered how it felt to raise my muzzle toward that ball and release my emptiness ina linear sound. i lost my grey claws among lady’s mantles, trapped in the dew. hollow, a shell howled by night’s breeze this is how i freeze […]

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Untimely

You have come home to a winter, My starling, To the blades of grass Enamelled in frost; The clouds have grizzled over A terrain of brown trees Leaflessly dreaming, Bereft of sap. Child of celestial bodies, now Where’s your worm, When even the crows Duel in hunger In a wind harsh and stripping Away the […]

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season

that chattering in the apple-tree, as the sun sets all in greys and purples, the sound of displaced gravel as someone expected asphalt, what was that metallic twang? and then the air went wild. it carried untimely fragrances and the tiniest bit of a stink, it broke into lungs, and then broke out, broke out […]

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Longing for snow

How linear. The rain Which washes the trees, Also washes the frog and me. We stare at one another, The tree buds eyes, The frog bubbles up to sing. Emerald light dissolves All that is green and dancing; The buds open a little, and close, We all should sleep in this cold. Straight to the […]

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imperatives

building bridges. so simple: this is This Side, and that be the Other Side. find material(s) appropriate to (the) circumstance(s) or is it environment? maybe finances? well, who actually cares, find it, be done. make plans. consider all parties involved, this side and that, and forget about the river itself or the life therein. bridges […]

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Tensions

A drop of rain-water Looks like a ball, waiting To crash, spread out, interrupt The tensions of its surface. As the sun slings low Cutting a slice of cloud-covered Gloom in half. Sea-gulls Flock together, orange on grey And crying. Who has forgotten The names we all grew into, Empty, meaningless notions, Chunks of mist, […]

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