The cold, darkening Coming in to roost the flocks of starlings dip and sweep trailing filaments of dusk and then settle in to the weft of trees anchoring night with their feet. Well once again I've not used the ReadWritePoem prompt, although I'm letting it settle in my mind for tomorrow's effort. This …
NaPoWriMo 09 – day 1
Running She is running away from them, businessmen on the Avenue queued at the traffic lights, thinking of home. Leaves underfoot, great drifts as though she were running through the soft husks of summer. In dreams it feels like this – effortless. Easy. Stride and breath flowing like sunlight through half-bare trees. At the end of …
Notes for a poem in progress
Since I started teaching at Polytech (sounds so official, doesn't it?), I've had to re-immerse myself in the hundreds of writing exercises that I've collected. Which has been good – I'm finally starting to write again, even if only quite minor poems. At least I'm writing. And it feels good! So, so good. One thing I …
A Dark Feathered Art 