Wednesday 12 July 2023

A love out there

There’s a love out there beyond imaginings

—a love that might be madness.


It’s in how her sleeves stop to reveal her skin,

how her texts are wild birds


in your hand.

It’s the tender way in which

she holds a piece of fruit,

in how she’s sort of clumsy,

and how that makes you hot.

It’s in how your lust is mixed

with worship.

It’s the face she prepares at dawn

with her magic little tools.

It’s in how the line she draws for others

is the line you’re asked to cross.


It’s in how the blueprint

burns away.


It’s in how

—mind with mind, or loin with loin—

you can’t get deep enough,

in how you’d cut each other’s wrists

to merge them at the wounds

to feel it all completely.


It’s in how the wicked little secret

is shared with her.


There’s a love out there beyond imaginings,

that’s rebirth, rare and one

I’ll die alone for

if that’s how long it takes.

There’s a love out there,

a howl that calls the dawn,

a resonance,

an invitation

somewhere in the wilderness.







Tuesday 4 July 2023

Something is coming

Something arriving:

a thing that’s been sworn

to the brokenness in me,

to the ashes and thorns.


I’ve waited and cursed,

stuck in this line.

Something is coming

kind of on time.


I’m sensing it near.

No longer the stall.

Something arriving

in glory and all.


It’s also a calmness

and tenderness too,

tinged with a wrath

—I’m collecting what’s due.


It’s that sweet, subtle fury

in the pluck of the chord.

Something is coming.

Finally, Lord.






Sunday 2 July 2023

Behind the wall


Let's not obsess on 


getting featured,

pats on backs

or legacy.


Let's not obsess on the feelings, either.

They're nice, but if we write,

let's write to bring the tortured words 

back home

from institutions that feed the



of themselves

on just these words.


Their gluttony should madden us,

should drive us to


forget ourselves 

and all that other shit.


The words are trapped

behind the wall.

Let this be our starting point.