Well I've finally finished going over the proofs of The Summer King. Done, and dispatched back to my publisher. It still feels pretty amazing – a mixture of glee and dread (not a usual combination, I know). The poems feel like old friends now, and friends that I'm happy to see again. The weirdest thing …
NaPoWriMo 09 – day 20
untitled You are the sound of water, a fountain, somewhere nearby but just out of sight, around the next corner maybe. A paved square, a plaça beneath tall trees, the dappled light of old trees outside a church where children are quiet, at prayer, heads bent to their own strange thoughts. Gaudi knew this place. The day is …
NaPoWriMo 09 – day 19
Aubade from the Milkman a bowl of fresh mozzarella soft and delicate the curve of its skin dewy and rounded the bones the arch of your face so changeable firm to the touch but milky-sweet and yeilding to me This one was triggered by a ReadWritePoem newsfeed: I order dairy for a co-op; I …
NaPoWriMo 09 – day 18
Lost One day past our second anniversary when the mountain tried to take you from me. A stranger at the door, using the name I still thought of as your mother's. The colour drained out of my clothes until they were as white as an avalanche. The stone weight of cold punched the windows in and …
collective (noun) groan
I'm sorry, but I have to post this – it's not poetry related (except indirectly) but it is wordie. (And appropriate for this site, given that the central section of The Summer King is based on collective nouns.) Feel free to groan as loudly as you wish. I have a number of poetry friends who …
A Dark Feathered Art 